Alright, guys, has this ever happened to you: you're chilling at a Montreal restaurant, after consuming some seriously delicious eats, and then... a feeling of pure dread washes over you?
Not because of your meal, of course. That was epic. So epic, in fact, that you've eaten way too much. Like, you've stuffed yourself so full of yummy, yummy carbs and grease (or maybe kale and arugula?) that you actually cannot function anymore.
It's the very definition of something hurting so good, I guess. The post-delicious meal pain is totally, totally worth it, but still, you kind of wish you understood the basic concept of quitting while you're ahead. Or at least quitting before you feel more overstuffed than the burrito you've just basically vacuumed up.
Although this kind of situation is totally avoidable, it happens to the best of us. (And not just me, I'm really, really hoping). Maybe you're celebrating something awesome; maybe you're going best on cheat day; maybe you're just seriously hungry.
Whatever the situation is, the endgame is the same. It always ends in some form of self-loathing. But no worries, guys. You won't find any judgement here; enjoying delicious food, and then kind-of-but-not-really regretting it, is all part of living ya best life.
So ask yourself, friend: just how much self-hatred are you willing to go through for some seriously delicious meals?
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