The Krispy Kreme burger is slowly making it’s way across the country. I think I’d read that some form of it had appeared in a minor league ballpark a few years back. It’s now made its way into Google’s New York cafeteria (which I’ve seen before, and it rocks). I’m equal parts disgusted and craving it right now as I write.
The Krispy Kreme burger just reminds me of how badly I eat when I’m stressed. Hell week is now officially over, but I’m left with the aftermath of my poor stressed-out eating. Here’s what made it into my diet over the past week or so:
• At least six slices of pizza
• Chex mix
• Hint of Lime Tostitos
• Several Entemann’s donuts
• Korean fried chicken
• Coke, non-diet
• Several pieces of fresh mozzarella
• Leftover pad thai
• Tons of Starbucks
• A few Samoas and a Tagalong (it’s Girl Scout Cookie season)
And so, so much more that I’m probably not remembering right now. Oh well, at least it wasn’t a whole row of Oreos. My coworker ate that. Seriously. Just thinking of the film the artificial vanilla filling leaves on your tongue is making me feel greasy right now.
So to recover from my stressed out eating (which left a grease-induced roadmap on my face) my dinner was but a mere bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats and a bite of fresh mozzarella. Though what I really want right now is a Big Mac (I used to be able to eat 2 when I was in elementary school). Grr. I think it’s time for a cold shower.
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