And I’m a Size 2
i just spend two hours SLAVING away at the gym so i could go to macdonalds (i still say MAC) and buy myself my beloved It Only Comes In SuperSize Sweet Tea (it’s the only size that suits) and a sausage-egg-and-cheese Crack McMuffin (a known obsession).
so, deliciousness in hand, i head to the 94th and broadway median bench to enjoy my feast and take in some sun.
this girl i see from the gym comes out of starbucks, smiles at me, and comes over to say hi.
her: oh my god, are you eating MCDONALDS?
me: sure looks it.
her: oh my god, do you that alot?
me: well, i get dunkin donuts sometimes too.
her: do you have any idea how bad that stuff is for you?
me: nope
her: did you look at the calorie listing?
me: nope
her: oh my god, i can’t believe you eat so unhealthy. i can’t believe you eat that stuff at all. i just could never eat like that. ever. i’d die of fat.
she then said her goodbyes and walked away. with her venti frap and her chocolate filled starbucks croissant.
HER: frap - 510 calories, 13 g fat. croissant - 350 calories, 19 g fat.
ME: crack mcmuffin - 310 calories, 21 g fat. 230.
thank you, internet.