I’m actually ashamed to tell this story of mine, but I did it again earlier this afternoon like the million (or more) times I’ve done it across this 30-year lifetime of mine. I gave in to emotional eating…
I felt a little blue because of a lot of thoughts swimming inside my head. And so I decided to drag myself to food court of Mall of the Emirates and order a McDonald’s Big Tasty meal, which my nagging curious foodie palate has been craving for the past days. It didn’t help that those McDonald’s Big Tasty burger light boxes kept popping up on the Dubai roads. Argh. (See? Advertising does work.)
I just needed a big chunk of processed beef inside my belly (Sorry vegetarian readers. This meat lover cannot just help it.). I needed it to scratch that itching curiosity on how a McDonald’s Big Tasty was different from other McD’s burgers such as the Mega Mac. I needed it to quell the dangerous cravings fueled by my spiraling emotions.
In times like this, I won’t stop until I am satisfied. I already had this preconceived idea of what the McDonald’s Big Tasty would taste like: well-seasoned hunk of fried processed beef patty smothered with a spicy herb dressing in between a slice of American cheese and the token vegetable component, lettuce strips and a tomato slice. But the thing is, the McD’s Big Tasty didn’t taste close to what I thought it would taste like. Sure, it was a huge burger patty and I think they used a different kind of cheese. But that was just about it.
Though I did finish the entire burger AND the equally large order of French Fries that came with it, I walked away from the food court unsatisfied. I remained to be the downtrodden emotional eater I was before the heavy un-Big Tasty meal with my craving still raging.
After I dumped my emotions to The Husband and shared my un-Big Tasty experience, he then asked me: “Did you order the original or the spicy McDonald’s Big Tasty burger?” Oh, so there was a SPICY McDonald’s Big Tasty burger. I completely forgot that very important detail. These emotions must have clouded my fast-food ordering judgment. Drat. What a complete waste of tummy space (and money).
I hate being an emotional eater.
Delirious about delicious,