I’ve never been one to diet. I’m all for exercising balance, and usually I simply keep my fingers crossed that my self-control will kick in. As a cheerleader in high school, I kept my stomach and arms fit through tumbling and built up my thigh muscles with toe touches and herkies. I didn’t think twice about running to Taco Bell during senior lunch – even if it was more than a couple times a week. And don’t even get me started with college. With a Taco Bell within a mile from my apartment complex, cashing in my insufficient funds for a 2 a.m. CrunchWrap Supreme was too tempting to pass up. I mean, look at it…
But I walked to class and frequented the university gym, so what was an extra few calories? (Note: That’s actually 540 extra calories and more than a few grams of fat, guess they aren’t kidding when they call it a ‘4th meal’!)
Four years later, the prospect of a late-night T-Bell run leaves me tossing and turning several nights later.
“Why did I eat that?” I’ll ask myself.
Later, I’ll inspect my arms and legs for signs of flab, cellulite and any other unappealing sign that I might be getting older, fatter and less attractive.
And while I know one extra taco won’t land me on The Biggest Loser, I am aware that my more sedentary lifestyle of sitting at a computer 8 hours a day isn’t as forgiving when you’re on an 18-year-old’s diet. Which, in a word, sucks.
What’s your guilty fast food craving? Do you give in to it as much as you’d like/used to?