Eric's Outstanding...

Death. Heart Attack. Vomit. Cheese. Mush. Brains. Poop.

By eating the picture above, I’ve probably cut a few weeks off of my life. Worth it? Maybe. Meals like the one above, at one point in time, were of an every day occurrence for me. I’d sneak out of my high school’s cafeteria and venture over to chipotle or 5 guys for lunch with a few friends of mine. After school, I’d most likely make plans to get pizza with some more friends. A cannoli for dessert too. I once ordered the following from 5 Guys: Two little bacon cheese burgers, fries, and a diet coke. At the end of the meal, both me and an old friend of mine were shaking, sweating, and on the verge of puking. I’d consume meals like the one above, every single day, at least twice a day. This all changed one night when I ate an entire medium (eight large slices) pizza all by myself and then a double scoop of ice cream. I couldn’t believe how immune I had become to eating such terrible shit in such large quantities and so frequently. Now everything has changed. For the past couple of years I’ve kept a close eye on what I consume, not daring to go back to my old ways. Yeah, life is too short to avoid certain delicious food (a medium pizza for example) but it is also too short to shorten it even more. 

Just under that large tortilla, stuffed with everything you could imagine, drenched in red chili sauce, there was a tortilla chip. It had melted cheese, bean, and sauce all over it. It was mushy. Looking at it, I knew that it would knock at least 10 minutes off of my life. Sometimes you must indulge a little. And to be perfectly honest… the soggy tortilla chip, laced in heart attack goodness, was most definitely worth it.