Effing Clown.

A couple of days ago I made my monthly Mecca to McDonald's for their tasty Big Mac and fries, my ultimate lunchtime weakness. I gathered my tray of deep fried goodness and sat in a booth. I pulled out my book from my purse when I saw it:

The nutrition box printed on the side of the Big Mac box.

It was not there before.

I grabbed a fry and used it as a prod to rotate the fry box. Yep, there was one there too. Well, this is new. I suspiciously eyed my grease stained containers. I did not want there to be a nutrition box on there; I did not want to know exactly how bad they were for me. I knew it wasn't good, hence I only eat there once a month. I am happy and content in my ignorance; I don't need to know the details.

I eat more fries while debating what to do. A character is about to die in my book and I was really looking forward to reading it... but that damn box. The white nutrition box on the cardboard colored container was mocking me.

I've never been good with temptation.

As I guessed, a Big Mac is not good for me. All 536 calories of it. All 47% of my daily fat allotment. I used another fry to spin the red fry container. Not as bad, the potatoes were around 300 calories and only used up 38% of my daily fat allotment. But 47 plus 36... and I realized I was done eating for the day. My simple pleasure was almost a 1000 calories and all of the saturated fat one could handle in a day. My mouth salty from the fries, I grabbed my Diet Coke and drank. At least this is calorie-free.

So thanks, McDonald's, for ruining my lunch hour and completely bumming me out. I hope you're pleased with yourselves. And now every Mecca trip once a month will continue to be as glum. Effing clown.