Last night I was in south San Jose around 9 p.m. I was in a hurry to get home, and I was hungry. A McDonalds appeared in front of me, and I thought to myself, "Well, maybe just once won't be so bad." I grabbed a Big Mac and a Coke, no fries.
I was W-R-O-N-G. Ugh. I started feeling queasy before I got home, and I still feel icky 14 hours later.
Lesson: when your body starts telling you not to eat that shit, listen.