Gym and French fries.

Sometimes the best things in life aren't the best things for life.

Take French fries for example.

They are pure grease and carb monsters. Yet I crave them often like a pregnant woman craving orange juice. I love those fries. I feel like a total lard ball after eating them, but once I start munching, I can't stop.

French fries are so good to me, but they aren't good for me.

To reduce my sins of eating Island's fries and an In-N-Out burger (protein style--no buns but lettuse rapped), I went to the gym at 10:30p.m. to burn those suckers off. I obviously did not melt off every bit of saturated fat that I had consumed, but it did make me feel better.

Why do we love things that are bad for us?

I think we love them because they are bad.
I know procrastination is bad, but I still do it. I know eating junk is bad, but I can't stop.

I saw a book at my work the other day on why people do things that are bad for them, and how those habits are scientifically fixed. Maybe I'll check it out sometime.

MIYU