Just thinking about it makes my mouth water and my heart flutter. When I am lucky enough to have it, stress and worry are non-existent. Just one bite, and I am immediately transported to a magical carefree world where the sun is always shining, the waters are pristine, and where unicorns peacefully prance around in a fields of the most beautiful flowers people have only dreamed of. Okay, so I might be exaggerating a little, but there is a feeling of euphoria, a bliss I wish could last forever. What is it that causes such an effect in me? It is the chili cheeseburger. Savory. Juicy. Tantalizing. (Checks thesaurus.com). Succulent. Delectable. The sight of one makes my eyes grow wide in eager anticipation and my mouth drool with desire. The smell tells me that, despite all the troubles and unfortunate things that happen in this great big planet we live in, that there are still great things in the world. And as I eat one, I hear in my mind such songs as "True," "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes," and "The Look of Love." Add in some bacon, and the result is the most exquisite culinary work of art, almost too beautiful to eat, the closest thing there is to heaven on Earth. It is perfection.
It is also something that will take much if not all my strength to resist, as I am trying to lose weight, to lose the talking stomach and gain the six pack abs I have always wanted but never possessed. It promises to be the most difficult test my admittedly weak willpower will have ever faced. Maybe just a little bite... No! I must be strong... Why must most of my favorite foods be bad for me...
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