It’s the day we’ve all been waiting for, right! It’s #NationalJunkFoodDay!
You know I put that spoon down just to snap this photo. I’m not ashamed.
Despite the fact that I feel like this “holiday” was made up entirely for its hashtag-ability, I started thinking about it a little more this evening. These last few days have been completely nuts, for lack of a better expression. You’ll hear more about it very soon. It started with a five hour hair appointment, a 2 hour trip to Santa Cruz, three friends staying in my studio apartment…and, oh yeah, two weddings on Saturday. There were a few things in between that general mess, but that’s really the gist of it. After all the chaos, I desperately needed some quiet, me-time. Things started out pretty well yesterday, I made it to the office in one piece, squeezed in some grocery shopping, and even made a delicious dinner. Then I settled in for what turned out to be an ice cream-fueled Bachelorette marathon. (Sorry not sorry.)
One of my favorite comedians, Jim Gaffigan, has pretty much made a living our of making cracks about food. He’s hit on all the popular junk foods, most notably: Hot Pockets, Ben & Jerry’s, and McDonald’s. (Seriously, click that McDonald’s link, he’s pretty funny.)Most of his stand-up is light-hearted and easy to relate to- the desire for unending fries, the societal shame we tend to feel after indulging. Gaffigan brings up a really interesting point, though. We all have our own “McDonald’s”- those junky things in our lives that don’t really do us any good. Be it reality tv shows, cheap clothing, or trashy magazines, they’re all junk food, really. I’ll be the first one to say that there’s a time and a place to partake, and only in moderation. Sometimes you just need to do a few things for yourself; I like the occasional cheeseburger and cringe-worthy tv. It’s like hitting the reset button on life every now and then. When you’ve reached your fill, you can snap back to living your normal, non-junky life. And while you won’t find me in line at McDonald’s anytime soon, in reality, I’m probably just sitting at home with a face mask on, drinking beer, eating pretzels, and not caring about what anyone thinks. Happy National Junk Food Day.