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!