4 cream, 15 sugars

So I rolled through McDonald’s today to feed my kid breakfast. That’s right, shit happens! I tried to look at it as a treat for her, because as a child it certainly would have been a treat for me. But I couldn’t shake the guilt of ordering her a Sausage McMuffin when there’s no way in hell I would ever eat one again. But the guilt of not serving her breakfast won.

I also decided to order myself a coffee because this particular morning I overslept and had to race out of the house with my daughter trailing behind so we could drive her father to the airport. And I needed my freakin coffee. Scratch that. I WANTED my freakin coffee and I hadn’t had time to make myself one.

As I reach the pickup window the lady confirms my order by saying, “One sausage McMuffin meal?” Check.  “And one large coffee, 4 cream, 15 sugars?” WTF???

Whut the Fuck!!??? I think my neck snapped back when she said that and my horror was visible so she recanted, “Oh that’s not yours. Yours is the black coffee.”

I had to ask her, do people really order that??!! She just smiled. Maybe because I was so surprised or maybe because she also takes 4 cream and 15 sugars in her coffee. But as I drove away I couldn’t help but get a clearer picture on the state of some people’s health. We always hear that as a whole, we have bad eating habits….yadda yadda yadda. I always picture a person eating a bag of chips or maybe too many hot dogs. And for some reason, while unhealthy, it didn’t hit me over the head quite as hard as the thought of an individual starting their day off consuming 15 sugars!! How many cups of coffee like that a day do they drink? Does the coffee basically become syrup at that point? And are they begging for diabetes?

I’m judging, yes…yes I am. I’m working on it, I really am.

But I have to admit that I’m bloody thrilled to know that my worst day of eating doesn’t even enter 4 cream, 15 sugar country. Next time I eat vegetables grilled in olive oil or a cookie that I didn’t personally make I’m going to get off my own back and let myself enjoy it. I could be doing ALOT worse.

And I suppose the best part of the trip through the drive thru is that my 3-year old was disgusted with her Sausage McMuffin and refused to eat it. I convinced her to eat most of the egg, and some of the bread. But the sausage was out of the question. Yay!!!!  She ended up devouring an apple and making me proud at the same time. Maybe it’s time to realize that if I wouldn’t touch certain foods with a 10-foot pole there’s no reason I should be coercing my baby to give it a shot.