Or rather, too many cheeseburgers.
I don't typically eat a lot of fast food, being sensible about reserving my over-the-top fat and sugar intake for dessert, but amid all the road trips this summer I find I keep getting stranded at mealtime near someplace where burgers are really the safest choice. (We will not speak of the place where I attempted a tuna sandwich, or discuss how on earth it is possible to make tuna inedible.)
Of course, in places like that, the burger tends to be pretty awful too, but if you put even the ickiest of processed pretend cheese on top, it can be bearable. So I keep doing that.
And after a couple of weeks of feeling horrible as a result, I'm coming to the conclusion that it is, in fact, better to make sandwiches at home. Even if it does mean getting up even earlier than pre-dawn to do it.
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Worst Fast Food Ever: Deep-fried haggis, served up in an Edinburgh fast food joint at about 11 p.m. after a long trans-Atlantic flight.
And yeah, I've had some fairly sketchy tuna in my day. Bleah.
I hear ya. Though fast food wasn't my downfall on vacation/summit. It was fantastic restaurant food- lots and lots of fantastic restaurant food, and even better desserts. I've been home for 2 weeks and my usual regimen is only now starting to make a dent in what vacation eating did to my body. But I do feel better now... I keep telling myself...
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