After 6 years of living in the U.S, I only started eating from drive-through eateries this year- I have consumed more junk and fast food in the past few months than I did in the last many years of living here. Well- some things cannot be avoided and at this point I can only promise myself to get back to healthy cooking and eating when I am done with this madness.
Anyways- so I discovered yet another drive-through place and was returning from there with a brown packet of cholesterol, when I noticed rather badly placed signs on the road, making it a bit difficult for one to yield to on coming traffic while turning there. I was thinking in my mind how dangerous it was, and why nobody fixed it..and already made a mental wrote of writing to the city planners (yeah, I love doing stuff like that, especially when I have more important things to do). After consuming the contents of said brown bag, I went back to staring at the computer and thinking about how much my life sucked and how I should stick to salad for tomorrow and what my mom will say when she says the weight I have put on. It was all so depressing that I was debating between slogging it out at the computer or calling it a night...
Against my resolve, I gave in to the temptation of getting ready-made vegetarian deep-fried poison yet another time. I was hungry, preoccupied with guilt, and very sleep-deprived because I had hardly slept that night. My eyes were tired and as I pulled out, I kept falling on the steering wheel and tried to slap myself to wake myself up. I couldn't control myself and the next thing I knew was I was being woken up by blaring horns (including my own car's ) and I had crashed into the car in front of me. The bike rack that sits on the back of my car was all over me. Somebody was trying to extricate me from there- and I was thinking about how fat I had become.
I don't know if it's the thesis or the food that's giving me these nightmares. This has gotta stop.