There are a handful of eateries that draw me in from miles away. Take my go-to burger spot, for example. Their burgers are cooked to perfection and the hand-cut fries are out of this world. But there’s a catch: the moment I finish my meal, I’m racing to the restroom like I’ve never experienced before. It’s as if that delicious food has some magical ability to stimulate my digestive system like no other.
The moment I feel that urgency, I find myself praying to the universe for mercy, swearing that this will be the last time I subject myself (and my poor backside) to such agony. Yet, I know deep down that I’ll be back for more. Even as my kids look at me and say, “Mom, do we really have to go back there? It always makes you feel awful,” my cravings overpower any reservations I have about my gastrointestinal fate.
Just the other day, I indulged in a large order of fries alongside a bacon cheeseburger, and everything seemed fine—until five minutes later, when panic set in. I could feel the impending explosion, and denial was futile. I tried to convince myself that my sudden need to use the restroom was simply due to the warm sunshine making me feel relaxed, but it didn’t work. Standing awkwardly, pretending to be engrossed in my phone, didn’t delay the inevitable either.
When I dropped my napkin “accidentally,” hoping to lean down and ease the cramping, it only made matters worse. My kids, knowing exactly what was about to unfold, grabbed my keys and headed for the car. My youngest even chimed in, “Mom, hurry up! I’ll refill your soda. Can we still get ice cream afterward?”
As I found myself in the restroom, desperately hoping no one would knock, I reflected on all the times I’ve put myself through this torture. I questioned whether this latest episode would finally compel me to stick to safer, home-cooked meals where my beloved chocolate Cheerios await.
However, I doubt it. My favorite bagel shop has the same effect on me too. I remember one particularly chaotic trip after I had given birth to my three kids, all of whom accompanied me into the restroom. And let me tell you, wearing a jumpsuit during that adventure was a recipe for disaster!
My go-to sub place also has a knack for wreaking havoc on my insides. It’s baffling how a simple veggie sub can lead to such catastrophic results. One moment I’m savoring my foot-long, and the next, I’m struggling to hold myself up as the situation becomes dire. Could it be the extra guacamole? Maybe. But I refuse to forgo that delightful addition to my sandwich.
Even my favorite sesame chicken from the buffet wreaks havoc on my stomach, leaving me with a hefty bill and an undeniable craving for more. And those tacos from the place just down the street? They often leave me feeling like my insides were set ablaze before making their swift exit.
Despite the discomfort, I can’t resist diving into those tasty dishes. In fact, right now, I could devour a burrito, followed by a taco, washed down with some egg rolls and fried rice. Because after a few moments in the restroom, I feel rejuvenated and ready for a soft serve ice cream treat, which is truly the worst offender of all. I adore a good blizzard, and even though I know I’ll pay for it later, I scrape that cup clean, fully aware that a storm is brewing in my digestive tract.
In summary, it takes more than a little digestive distress to deter me from indulging in my favorite guilty pleasures like bacon cheeseburgers and greasy foods. Anyone else feeling hungry?
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