If I could punch myself in the idiot…

Feeling like shit after just eating a needless burger on the train after a few beers. How and why do I let myself do it? I know it’s not anything addictive in the food, as some “it’s corporate America’s fault I look like a ballon full of rice pudding” motherfuckers might have you believe. I know it’s not marketing or convenience…i had to walk past fair amounts of good stuff to find the Mac that shall not be named.

So, who is at fault for this? I gym, I run, I cycle, I love greens and fruit. Am I just that much of a week minded twat that I have to have a shitty burger after beers?!? Well, yes, is the obvious answer!

I don’t know why I did it; I thought about it a lot, knew It would go against everything I have told myself these last few months while trying to get back in shape; and yet here I am. it looks like a fast food genocide around me right now…the large cola cup seems to have admiration in his little papery face as he looks upon his fallen chip carton comrade, knowing in his plasticy hatted head that ol’ chipster fell for the greater good.

Well Fuck You cup! You and your 100% recyclable chums. Fuck you all!