Every time I’m tempted to eat a cheeseburger I hear two voices. One says “Eat the cheeseburger.” The other one says “You heard him, eat the cheeseburger!”
It is virtually impossible for me to resist a really good cheeseburger. Who am I kidding, it doesn’t even really have to be that good. Within a five mile radius from my house there are at least ten burger joints and only one Subway. It’s obvious to me that God wants me to have them.
There’s an In-N-Out, Five Guys, Carl’s Jr, Wendy’s, McDonald’s and a slew of lesser known local places. They’re everywhere! How can I resist? It’s a futile effort at best. The only way to avoid them is to stay inside the house, which I do nearly everyday.
The man who drives me where I need to go would never stop at a burger joint at my request. He’s a really healthy guy who brings me fresh fruit as gifts every other week or so. Unfortunately Heather shares the same weakness of being unable to resist a burger. If I could just get addicted to salads and vegetables. Nah, that will never happen.