In the interest of eating healthier, I have mostly eliminated fast food from my diet.  I’m not claiming to have completely wiped it out, as the heroin they oh-so-subtly place in their burgers and fries makes my body crave it every few months or so.  Then I eat it, feel disgusted with myself and then coil into a shame spiral of loathing and self-disgust much like I would do when hungover in college.

Some of the guys at work the other week ate at a place called Roasters – not to be confused with Kenny Rogers Roasters.  Someone brought back a bag of their cornbread muffins.  By the time they got back to work, the bag was completely soaked through with grease/fat/lard.  The only way to make a messier bag would have been one that held a Philly cheese steak or an Italian beef sandwich.

Now, while that might be gross in and of itself to avoid a fatty place like that, it was the aftermath that seemed the grossest of all.  Sometimes unclaimed food in the general area goes untouched for a few days before being tossed.  A full three days later, I ventured my hand into the bag to see how stale the muffins were.  Boy, was I in for a surprise.  The muffins and rolls were still squishy!  BLECHHH!  This immediately reminded me of a bonus scene on the Supersize Me DVD where Morgan Spurlock did an experiment to see how certain foods decomposed.  After seeing this scene if you haven't already, you'll cut down on your french fry consumption at least a bit.

I’m still shuddering at the thought that I periodically put stuff like that in my body.