I guess I'll eat the broccoli.

Doesn't that look more delicious that
a fat-ass burger? Ok, maybe not.

A burger would taste better. Thick, greasy meat and cheese, covered in toppings and condiments...my mouth is watering just thinking about it. Can you tell my fridge is empty? I'm starving. But now would be the perfect time to enjoy all those vegetables I bought two weeks ago. They've just been sitting in the fridge, looking at me, making me feel guilty for ignoring them. Ok, ok, I get it. Dammit. But I have to admit that eating my greens does make me feel a lot better than a McChicken ever could. I'm not gonna lie and say it's always filling and satisfying to have a salad instead of pizza, but afterwards my body does feel better. After I gorge myself on a large meat-lover's with extra cheese and peppers, I feel pathetic. I feel full and tired and I don't have the energy to wipe the sauce off my face. But after a big salad I feel light and happy. Does life have to be about meals? You eat to survive, not the other way around. If I just get it in my head that my goal is to be energetic and to not jiggle, I can enjoy these vegetables as much as a bucket of boneless buffalo wings with extra ranch. Here goes....