You can usually find me parked outside a McDonald’s, indulging in a large Diet Coke. It’s like my daily ritual, akin to how others might eagerly await their morning coffee or, you know, a steamy encounter. That refreshing fizz and caffeine jolt is my delightful start to the day. The moment those bubbles hit the back of my throat, it’s pure euphoria. There’s a reason their soda tastes so incredibly good; that ideal mix of temperature and syrup-to-water ratio keeps me coming back for more. And let’s be honest, the McDonald’s straw? It’s the best in the game!
Today alone, I filled my cup three times. So yes, I’m admitting it: I love McDonald’s, and I’m not ashamed of it. I understand it’s not the trendiest thing to confess. People are more likely to talk about their organic kale salads post-yoga class (which I also enjoy), but I’m just being real here. My family and I eat wholesome meals most days, but the times we indulge? Those are just downright enjoyable.
I adore that I can grab a soda (always a large, let’s be honest) for just a dollar. It’s a lifesaver when I’m juggling a hectic evening and my kids are more excited about a drive-thru meal than a home-cooked dinner that takes forever to prepare. And let’s not forget the heavenly aroma that hits you when you walk in—because heaven, my friends, smells like McDonald’s fries. No shame here!
I cherish my me-time, sitting in my car, reaching into that paper bag for fries—two at a time, okay, maybe five. It’s a $6 date with myself, and I love every moment of it. Once, I even brought my McDonald’s goodies to a pedicure appointment, and the receptionist was so tempted by the delightful smell that she dashed to the nearest McDonald’s for her own meal. We clinked our Diet Coke cups together and shared a joyous moment.
Growing up in the ’80s, when mom shaming was non-existent, my mother treated us to McDonald’s a couple of times a month. It was a special occasion, and we cherished it. After beach days, we’d revel in the cool air conditioning and that mouthwatering scent of hot fries. My sisters and I would be thrilled to see which toy we’d get in our Happy Meals. One summer, they even served those meals in cute plastic buckets we used for years at the beach.
On the annual trip to the tree farm, we’d wake up early for pancakes dripping in syrup at the golden arches. When PMS hits, you better believe I’m grabbing a large fry and a chocolate shake. The staff at my local McDonald’s know me well enough to throw in extra cherries with my shake—now that’s service!
Yes, I know what’s in their food. I’m aware it’s not organic, yet I can’t shake my love for the place. Nothing compares to their fries and large sodas. Curiously, after a cold, I crave a Quarter Pounder to revive me from complete fatigue to feeling like I could conquer the world. I devour it without a hint of guilt.
You can judge me for my fast-food affection and for letting my kids enjoy it too, but I will not be giving up my McDonald’s habit. Because those fries, that Diet Coke, and those shakes with extra cherries bring me joy. Some days call for a light, organic salad, but others require a hefty serving of delicious, greasy goodness. With a Diet Coke, of course.
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In summary, I unapologetically embrace my love for fast food, especially McDonald’s, and I’ll continue to enjoy the happiness it brings me without any guilt.
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