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Easy Isn’t Always Better

I love being alive right now. There are wonderful gadgets and gizmos aplenty. I can literally pull out a small rectangle from my pocket and look up any question and have the almighty Google tell me the answer. It can make life so easy and I love almost anything that makes life easy. But easy isn’t always better.

Growing up, my mom gave each child a day to cook. It was just one of our many chores and whatever day she gave us it was our responsibility to prepare and clean up after dinner. If we were going to miss dinner that day, then we needed to make arrangments to switch nights with another sibling or my mom. Because of this chore, I learned how to cook. I’m not great, but I know the basics, and if I want to be fancy, I know how to follow a recipe correctly. But cooking isn’t always easy or quick. Fast food, however, is.

By combining my love for junk and ease, fast food is my kryptonite. A vast majority of fast food chains sell burgers, my favorite food. It is easy to convince myself that one small burger won’t hurt, especially since its so simple to find them for a dollar. However, all those “small burgers” really add up. They add to my waistline and subtract from my bank account.

It would be wonderful if I could say I am forsaking fast food, but I’m not there yet. I doubt I will ever be able to renounce it entirely. I just need to find a healthier balance. At the moment I’m still struggling with not wanting to stop for food every time I leave the house. I don’t always stop which is a huge victory, but the desire is still there. Driving anywhere, I will think about potential places to stop even if I’m not hungry. I think “Well I’m already out. Maybe I should stop and get something now just in case I get hungry later. Then I’ll have something easy, and I won’t have to worry.” It’s a habit I’m trying to break. It’s a habit I need to break. I just need to remember even if it’s not easy it will be worth it.

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