Whataburger, bane of my existence
Here I am, self-loathing as I enjoy a double-meat Whataburger, fries, onion rings and a monstrous diet coke (I use the diet coke in a vain attempt to assuage my guilt) For you Yankees and westerners, a Whataburger is a monstrosity that is nearly twice the diameter of a Big Mac, twice the calories and cholesterol, but satisfying to my hunger. I was just beginning to see hints of a separation in my abs I haven’t viewed since I was in my mid-20’s but personal gratification suited me better today than my goals. C’est la vie.
