Fast Food

Sometimes, I wonder at my judgment, lols, and decision-making abilities. Yesterday, I did something stupid that I hadn’t done in a long time. After fasting for Ramadan and a whole month of being good food-wise and keeping my stomach very happy, I decided—and it was a decision—a stupid one nonetheless—to get fast food for dinner. And let me tell you this: I regret it wholeheartedly.

I ate early, thinking that it would be done and digested by the time I went to bed (4 hours later), but to my annoyance, I was woken up by a very bad stomachache at 2 am. It pissed the crap out of me figuratively, as I had to go to work in the morning, and I couldn’t go back to sleep because, despite everything I did, I wasn’t able to alleviate the pain. I remembered what people with Bulimia usually do, and it was my only salvation. I felt so better after that, though my tongue hurts a lot now.

I mean, one vice had cost me a full night's sleep, and I woke up this morning very tired, feeling ill and ready to stop eating altogether for the rest of my life. This night is my night to swear off all fast food products. I’m going to cook my own food because it’s not worth the pain, I tell you that.