Pgh Lesbian Correspondents

I used to eat a bit of fast food. The convenience, the secret ingredients that lured me back, the familiarity. You know.

Then I lost access to a car for 17 months and counting. While I certainly went out to eat, the folx who drove rarely wanted fast food.

When I was lent a Land Rover, I was quite afraid to drive it to a fast food drive-thru or even the narrow parking lots. I just relied on groceries and restaurants.

In 17 months, I probably had fast food 5 or 6 times.

Tonight, I had a craving for a Wendy’s burger. My friend Sarah and I attended a play so I asked her to indulge me on the way home. Burger, fries, Sprite.

It was crap. Just utter crap. Cold floppy fries. A burger that had zero taste. Only the Sprite was acceptable.

But I’m not angry. Now I realize that I’ve broken myself of that habit. And while I’m sure I’ll return at some point for a occasional crap meal, it will be a desperate decision.

There are no silver linings to what I’ve endured this past year and a half. Never, ever say that to me.

What I will acknowledge is that I have learned important lessons about myself. One of them is that I am freed from the fast food dependency.

Thank God for Eat n’ Park.