Fast Food VS Me

So I decided a while back to stop eating fast food for various reasons (money issues & my fat ass mostly). It is certainly not the first time I've done so. As a matter of fact it's probably the fourth of filth time this year alone. Now, the first week or so is usually pretty hard. Mostly out of habit or laziness I would want to just stop at McDonald's or something on the way home from work. After the first couple of times of resisting temptation it becomes much easier. After that first week fast food starts becoming more and more unappealing. You literally start to wonder why anyone, including your former self, would ever eat it. But...

There always comes a moment, sometimes months in when you get sneak attacked by fast food, like some kind of fat ninja. This last time I was able to avoid fast food for about two and a half months. I was all up on the high horse with my "I don't need that shit in my body" or "look at those people and their Big Macs, Ew". Then I come home from work one day and in the fridge was some left over Panda Express. MOTHER FUCK PANDA EXPRESS!!!! I LOVE IT. I decided I'd have some of the leftovers and that it didn't really count. Bullshit. I know. A god damned mistake. I know. I ate it anyway. I went about my evening and later went to bed. The next day I was off work and woke up at about noonish. Lunchtime. And the only thing I could even imagine eating was Panda-fuck-Express. With it's fucking cute fat tits panda mascot and delicious Orange Chicken.

I cant really blame Panda Express (or pandas) for my lack of will power. That was all me. I went and I partook. Orange Chicken. Chow Mien. Egg Roll. Largy Dr. Pepper. Next day my Fast Food fast was broken along with my spirits. It was all my fault too. Or there is cocaine in Panda Express food. Probably my fault. I'm currently planning a new and improved try at this whole thing. See if I can kick the shit for real this time. Wish me luck.