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September 07, 2008

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About once a year I get a hankering for a Big Mac. It's my Big Secret. (Last time was just after watching Supersize Me -- whoda thunk?) I usually go alone, eat it in my car so no one will see, and then feel like crap (physically and mentally) for about two days.

Why? (that last was rhetorical, you don't have to actually come up with an answer.)

I used to love McDonald's french fries, before they switched to palm oil. I still like the occasional Sausage and Egg McMuffin.

Don't you mean... pass the lighter?

Yes, what Sis said. ;)

Seriously though, I didn't know that it was something like 60%. That's rather frightening. *Shudder*

Melissa: I hope I did the math right. Anyway, it's more than you'd ever expect.

Sis: I wouldn't know about such things.

Adele: I used to love those fries, too. I still crave them, but giving in leads to disappointment every single time. (Not that I won't finish them.) I also used to love their sausage biscuits, but now I reserve those only for the most severe moments of emotional unraveling.

NurseJen: I have no answers, only a compassionate ear. You are not alone. Like labor, the McGurgles are easy to forget.

I envy your self-control to eat only ONE well-made truffle. I eat five. Or ten. Or fifteen. No joke. Thank god for good metabolisms and excellent genetics, otherwise I would probably be morbidly obese.

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