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.