Thursday, December 11, 2008

The Baby Made Me Do It

...and I am NEVER listening to her again!

I am a pretty healthy person in terms of how I eat.  I very rarely eat out for lunch (or dinner for that matter) and almost always bring my lunch with me to work everyday.  Well this morning I was running late.  The Boy's speech therapy is 15 minutes earlier this week because they are making up for the time they are closed over the holidays.  Because of this, I didn't get to pack a lunch.  "No biggie," I thought.  People eat out all the time.  I will indulge myself for one day.

So when it came time for lunch I was considering all my options.  None of my regular treats sounded good.  I couldn't find something that sounded good.  And if I was going to "cheat" then it better sound damn good!  Finally I just got in the car and drove.  I approached a Carl's Jr and thought...okay...  If I get fast food, which again is pretty rare, I enjoy their chicken sandwiches.  So I pulled in and went inside.  Once inside, as I was glancing at the menu, something just took over.  I have no idea what it was.  But I blame my unborn child.  For reasons that are still foreign to me, I decided I HAD to have a Western Bacon Cheeseburger.  Something about the BBQ sauce and the onion ring mixed with the cheese...I don't know.  But I know I had to have it.

I should mention that I have not had red meat or a hamburger in YEARS.  It isn't for some moral reason; I love me some chicken and fish.  I am just not a fan of the red meat.  Once they came out with ground turkey, I started using that for everything that needed that type of meat and well, I have never been a big steak person...  So for no real reason, I just stopped eating red meat.  I never made some big declaration or anything, it just sort of happened.  So when I found myself pulled to that today I didn't think it would be a big deal.  After all, I used to eat red meat, so if my body seemed to want it now, then I was happy to indulge it.

And ate it I did.  Every single bite.  And I have to say it tasted damn good.  The fries I got with it did nothing for me and I only ate about 10 of them before I threw them away, but the burger?  Enjoyed every single bite of it.  I can find no other explanation for this other than my daughter wanted it.  And I let her have it.

I am no longer going to listen to my daughter.  While I haven't felt horrible...I have been...shall we say...on the toilet for the better part of the evening.  Although the baby apparently likes red meat, my digestive system apparently isn't such a fan.  Message received.  No more red meat.  No matter what the baby tries to tell me!


AuntFancy said...

Mmm, western bacon cheeseburger... sadly they have that effect on those of us who do eat red meat sometimes too.

After Hours said...

I'm thinking of getting you a Barbie...yeah that sounds like fun...REAL FUN! Perhaps a pretty pink one with glitter and shit. Fancy.

I heard that. That was not nice.

After Hours said...

oh and she'll probably be needing the Corvette...

I'll look for that in pink too.

Ahhh I love this!

But really girls kick ass. Mine are the best things that have ever happened to me. I love to comb their hair, and hear, "no mommy..slowly...that hurts" as I comb out all the knots. It's wonderful:)