I consider the above picture my last meal. I've been toying with this idea for about 2 weeks on whether or not to give it a go and have gotten the support of my boyfriend. He really only eats out when I eat out so he might be okay in the long run...but me, not so much, I will come short of taste-bud induced death.
So at 10pm I frantically ordered the most decadent pizza I could think of: Meat Lover's. Ran to McDonald's and grabbed some fries and nuggets (oh how I will miss those damn nuggets of perfect chicken goodness) and my bf got a McDouble and two cherry pies.
That's it. My last meal out for a year.
It's scary just typing those words...and even scarier that I contemplated freezing the nuggets for weak moments in my journey.
The leftovers aren't even as good as it is fresh and hardly worth eating now. Maybe I'll lose a taste for all these things I crave. I'll forget what a McNugget taste like, how a Wendy's vanilla frosty feels in my hand on a summer day, or the crispiness of Arby's curly fries.
Ahh...I shall miss these old friends of mine.
