A cheeseburger, to be specific. With fries and a coke.
Alright, I lied. Two cheeseburgers. (Hey! I'm breastfeeding. I get hungry.)
Now I'm stuck with the guilty feeling. I know that the substances that I put into my body are secreted into my breast milk, for better (broccoli!) or for worse (see above).
I try to eat well. I do eat well, actually. Mostly whole foods- lots of fresh vegetables and fruits. Whole grains. Little meat. Everything organic, and local when possible. Very little processed food- I spend a lot of time in the kitchen! I think about my health and the health of my baby- I want her to get all of the vitamins and nutrients she needs.
Well, most of the time.
Then there are those times when I say Fuck it all. Just give me a goddamned cheeseburger. Two. And some fries dipped in salt. And a coke. Dammit. Today was one of those days. Screw cooking. I want something highly processed and manufactured specifically for my little sugar, fat and salt loving taste buds. Something microwaved especially for me in 30 seconds flat and served by teenagers. Let me take it home and eat it in two seconds flat in front of my TV.
And now the guilt. Ok, it's not like I'm smoking marijuana. Or drinking a fifth of vodka with my baby on my boob. No prescription drug addictions here. It's not like I even eat fast food regularly- maybe once every couple of months.
I'm probably being too hard on myself- common occurrence. Just to be sure, let me run to the kitchen and eat a couple of veggies. Broccoli and celery will cancel out the cheeseburger, right?
|Will this be me one day soon? Are cheeseburgers the gateway drug?|