Regret and Loathing

I'm feeling guilty today. Guilty and somewhat ashamed of what I did last night. I was offered some home comfort and I rejected my wife's offer in favour of going for the more immediate cheap thrill. It was a spur of the moment thing - that's my excuse.

You see my wife had a busy day and we hadn't conferred over what to have for dinner until our telephone conversation during my journey home. We debated the options available. To be fair Claire suggested two or three relatively fast, healthy options that she could have concocted, but such was my hunger that I had that moment of madness where you just know only junk food will provide the quick fix of taste and substance. I used my best persuasive skills, knowing that the "you've been busy darling. Take it easy and let me pick up something" line usually seals the deal. It did! I took the brief detour and within moments I was ordering at the drive-thru. I went large because I went large a while ago, so it seems futile to worry over a few extra calories or insignificant additional grams of saturated fat. On arriving home we both devoured our meals.

Then within an hour I felt the overwhelming regret. Maybe it's the inevitable indigestion from my speedy consumption that induces the guilt. It could be the empty cartons strewn before me or just the slightly tighter waistband on my trousers. I suddenly feel ashamed that I chose to reject a healthy, homemade creation in favour of the fast food option that, admittedly hit the spot immediately, but unfortunately the spot on which it will remain for months to come is my already expansive waistline! I blame the planners for my weakness and weight gain. If only they had not permitted take away restaurants to locate with such abundance along the route of my journey home I wouldn't be burdened with such guilt or extra pounds today.

Date: 16/02/2012