The onset of obesity

Egg McMuffins are a very, VERY occasional guilty pleasure. They’re one of the most benign items on the McDonald’s menu — particularly after removing the canadian bacon to make the sandwich compliant with the standard Gina B. diet — no red meat (and yes, pork is red meat. I don’t care what those commercials say about it being the other white meat. If it walks on four legs, it’s red meat, dammit!). But I digress . . .

This morning, I ordered an Egg McMuffin for breakfast, and the cashier immediately began trying to talk me into the special, which is two for $4, or something. I declined quickly. Although, given my hunger, the prospect didn’t sound altogether unappetizing, I knew I had no business eating two egg mcmuffins. She was unrelenting, and, even in her broken English, tried to explain that it was more economical for me to get two. Why spend $2.50 on one when I could get two for just $1.50 more.

At that point, I understood how obesity begins.