The other day I stopped at McDonalds and ordered not one but two Filet O’Fish. I’m not sure that I have ever ordered one of those. I think the old Filet O’Fish might have been on my huge list of childhood foods that I would not eat. Plus, that or something like it was probably a Lenten staple in my family growing up…my parents knowing I wouldn’t eat one made them twice as likely to serve it for supper.
My tastes have changed over the years, but I have never thought about eating or ordering one. As I order it, I briefly think of some of the clean eating people I know in real life that tell me such a choice could shorten my life, cause cancer, blah, blah, blah.
I think to myself, there are no guarantees. Then I proceed to enjoy the bland flavor of the two sandwiches.
Not so bad.
Clean eating can wait until tomorrow. Right now I want some carbohydrate wrapped comfort.