At the root of my Taco Bell problem is that I visit them so frequently, it is an ingrained habit. Part of me wants to stop, part of me doesn’t. I have to take action. I don’t want to be a slave anymore.
The employees working the Taco Bell on Riverside Dr. know me by first name. When their computer went down once, they offered me a free meal. I felt my decades of patronage were finally paying off. Never mind I could have put a two kids through college with the money I have spent there.
When I load my healthy groceries into the car, the irony is that I have to move the empty Taco Bell bags from the floor.
I went to a gym last year for 4 months and didn’t lose a pound. For a while I was angry with the gym. The Gorditas and Chalupas sabotaged my efforts.
When I am really not feeling good about myself on a Friday night, I will smoke through a 12-pack of Cinnabons.
I can’t manage to save $100 a month into my savings account, but I can manage to contribute $174 a month to Taco Bell’s CEO?
For the sake of self-preservation-I had to try harder. As of today, I have 21 days without any fast food.