Category: Thinking About Food.
No New Ingredients
Level: Super Easy
Health Level: Gross
My son and I were invited over to a friend's last minute. While there, we decided to have dinner together. Despite there were many reasonably priced and healthier options (Mexican, Italian, and Japanese)
I said, "Well... I don't really want to spend any money, how about KFC?"
I held my breath, I didn't know if the other person even ate fast food and when she answered in the affirmative, I spontaneously erupted with a joyful, "YES!"
I don't remember, but I am sure she looked at me strange.
On the way to her place, I had already drove past the red and white logo. The light box with the letters "KFC" wasn't flashing, but mentally, in my mind, it was a giant balloon engulfing me.
'I am having this for dinner,' I said to myself.
While we walked there, I repeatedly said, "I am so excited, I never eat there, I love KFC," and probably did a little dance. No, seriously, I did.
When we arrived and I ordered, I chose the 12 piece fried chicken option that the menu said fed six people, when there were only 5 of us and three were children. I couldn't bear to think there wouldn't be enough.
When that giant tub arrived, I didn't pay that much attention to the kids and took the first piece. I tore off the chicken skin first, putting it in my mouth, crunching down. When I finished, I slowly peeled the chicken flesh off eating with my fingers, and sporadically wiping the oil off my hands and mouth then balling the napkins up afterwards.
I ate two chicken legs, 3 sides, and a small container of coleslaw and corn.
I was happy, bloated, and a little sick.
I think I felt that way for a few hours.
Scientifically, if there were about 10% fat added to food, it was likely people would consume 10% more food than they would usually do.* This is something fastfood companies found out and started to add hidden fat in all its food.
Unless it's something as obvious as KFC, we don't even know it, and even if we know it, and know it's bad for us, like having pooling fat on our hands, we don't always care.
I once saw a documentary on the fattest man on earth, and watched him and his wife consume an 18 piece tub of KFC between the two of them. That was really disgusting and I couldn't stand what they were doing to their health, and yet, there I was, a few months later, ripping the skin off the chicken.
Meeting someone now and having a conversations about food, he or she might think I don't like junk food or fast food.
It's not the case, I love both, and could easily eat that stuff for days on end. Knowing me, I would feel sick afterwards, but it tastes so great, it is so cheap, and so easy to get, that I would just negate the consequences. Sporadically I lived like that and when that was going on, I just didn't step on a scale, or when I did, felt terrible about it, and did nothing.
So it's disingenuous for me to say, that we should eat healthy, and act if I am above eating crap. I am so very suspicious of health "gurus" who say they always eat healthy and how easy it is once you do it.
Maybe after years of training, and maybe by some quirk of biology, they actually don't like to eat food that is manufactured to not only taste good, but give you physical pleasure.*
Eating healthy, avoiding junk food, processed food or fast food, is not easy, it's hard.
There are days when I want that gross fat in my body, and I want to experience of the pleasure of the extra fat in whatever packaged food, that makes me eat more than I should.
That stuff is manufactured purposely by chemists and experiments so it's really difficult to eat in moderation.
Therefore I just try and avoid it as much as possible. I make calculations when I have a craving, whether I can stay away and do something else.
I make the first choice alternative from fast food, to cooking myself. I make myself think about the time it will take me to get out of my apartment, strap my son into the car seat then get into my car, and wait in the drive through or line, and drive home. Then off set that to the simplicity of making a quick meal.
If I am out, I think how much I rather be home soon, how much my son would rather be playing with his toys, and how wonderful it would be to have a shower, and how much quicker I can do that if I went straight home, instead of hanging out in some badly lit, concrete environment.
At other times, I think of the health issues, imagining my blocked arteries. I access my vanity, and tell myself I don't want to be fat again, and even remind myself there is no need for me to give more money to organizations that doesn't pay taxes.
It works a lot of times. In fact most times.
For some people, that might seem a lot of thoughts just to prevent myself from eating Taco Bell's Crunchy Taco Supreme, or a Fillet o' Fish.
But then I only eat at KFC three times a year, and probably at a fastfood place, once a month. Not because I don't want to more, but I found a strategy to stop myself from doing so.