The Death of McDonalds

My name is Suzanne and I was addicted to McDonald's.  The first step is admitting you have a problem right? Yeah, McDonald's is supposedly bad and America is obese - but their fries have the some awesome drug in them and they have mastered the Coke formula.  That just kept bringing me back- back multiple times a week.

And then I hiked around Peru (see last post).  When you are bent over, gasping for air, covered in sweat - AND being easily passed by people that are twice your age - you take a moment (well, you are already taking a moment - but you think). 

So, on the side of a mountain in Peru, I decided to kick my addiction.  I would rather climb mountains in my 60s than eat with Ronald McDonald a few times a week.  I am proud to say that this week was my 2 month marker of not eating or drinking ANYTHING from McDonald's. 

I have been tested multiple times - even had to drive my brother through the drive-through and sit in a car while he ate is order.  I still crave it from time to time - and eventually I will probably have it again - but I don't need it anymore.