The final day of my non-stop fast food frenzy takes a healthier turn, maybe, as I switch to Subway. But is it already too late for my palate?
Breakfast: Look Mum, No Vegetables
The Breakfast sub is filling, but the sight of the premade omelette that gets whacked in the middle of it is, frankly, a little off-putting. It was a cold morning in Melbourne, and a toasted sandwich was welcome no matter how it looks during preparation. But I’d have to say it’s my least favourite thing I’ve eaten over the four-day period.
Lunch: Split Decision
When I placed my order, a new staff member was being trained, so I got a more in-depth insight into the process of constructing a sub than usual as the employee (or “sandwich artisan”) had the details explained. “Make sure they only get eight pieces of ham,” he was told. Well, quite.
Dinner: Subway Rests Well
The Unpleasant Lesson I Learned
Despite the dire predictions of some readers, I didn’t come out of this mini-experiment feeling bloated or grease-overloaded or bored. There are far nastier fates than having to eat takeaway food for a few days. (And yes, on that level, describing the experience as torture is gross hyperbole.)
What did disturb me was the realisation of just how readily I can sink into the habit of eating the same food all the time. There was no fundamental reason why I couldn’t have had entirely different goods every time I hit one of those stores. But in fact, every single day I ended up repeating a meal at least once. With McDonald’s, that was my own stupid fault for not placing a specific order for dinner; in most other cases, my schedule made repeated visits difficult. So it might not have been avoidable, but I can’t say it ever struck me as a problem until I wrote it all down.
One of our constant themes here at Lifehacker is that dietary variety is good for you. I understand why that is, but it seems I don’t take much convincing to abandon that principle. I’m going to have to work on that.