As quickly as I received to the airport again house in Raleigh, I did one thing I hadn’t achieved in ten years: I sat down at 5 Guys and had a hamburger.
I hadn’t eaten any type of floor meat in a decade. I had additionally rigorously eliminated the pores and skin from every bit of hen, and I hadn’t had fried meals or any fat-filled additive like mayo or butter both. I’d been a mannequin of fresh consuming, filling my plate with fruits, greens, fish, (skinless) hen, and whole grains. Dried mango slices have been my splurge meals. Within the identify of excellent well being (and a few quantity of vainness), I had tamped down the urge to eat for joy; “I don’t eat for style,” I’d as soon as proudly declared to my mates whereas itemizing the calorie rely and grams of protein on the plate in entrance of me.
Even nonetheless, I had now nearly died several times—and it was onerous to maintain up the pretense that meals was the offender. Certainly, my very own well-nourished physique had turned on itself. I’m undecided if it was my realization that pristine vitamin can take you solely up to now towards the unsure state of excellent well being (a “stronger” immune system was really the very last thing I wanted) or the truth that I’d been fed by way of a feeding tube for weeks, however as I walked by way of that airport, my carnivorism was reawakened. I not noticed the knowledge in chopping off a channel to pleasure.
I savored that hamburger. It was like a feast after a protracted, abstemious Lent—or that first stable meal after you might have the flu.