Shame, Guilt, Indulgence At JUCO World Series

I still can't believe what I did at the JUCO World Series last night. It happened so quickly, I didn't see it coming. It was like something took over my body and my  mind. My decision making was clouded,  and my normal  good judgement was severely compromised. I am still trying to recover from the shame of it all.

You have to understand that under normal circumstances I am generally pretty careful about what kind of foods I put into my body. Although I do admittedly enjoy a bit of "junk food" on occasion, I usually only do it socially, and at that in moderation. But, each year, my wife and I choose one night at JUCO to have a ball park hot dog, or a funnel cake, or something we wouldn't normally eat. It's a special treat for a special occasion.Thursday night was that night.

I had good intentions. I was going for a simple hot dog with ketchup and mustard. I had water to drink, and a small serving of chips to go with it. That's when my wandering eyes got me in trouble. On the way to the hot dog, I just happened to glance at one of the vendors enticing signs. I looked. I stared. I could not look away. I began to lust. I wanted it. I had to have it. I was going to have it no matter what --whatever the cost, whatever the consequences. Bacon-wrapped sausage on a stick. Are you kidding me?

The lure of these two great tastes coming together as one was more than I could handle. I just  had to have one. I had never eaten one before or even seen one for that matter. I had no idea such a concoction even existed. But, there it lay on the grill calling my name- just as big and long as could be- and I could tell it was going to be juicy. And it was. And it was good. Real good! But that's not all.

Cheese curds. Deep-fried, golden cheese curds. Oh, my word. I had to have them! They were so good- hot, juicy, and amazing. I savored every single bite, shoving aside the guilt and the shame.

Now comes the morning after. The morning of regret. Not only did my actions set me back $15, I was overcome with the realization that my heart, my arteries, and my waistline would not be happy with me. How can I possibly make this wrong right? The only thing I can think of  is to have nothing but salad for dinner every day for the next week. Maybe then I can find redemption and relief from this guilt. I am getting back on the straight and narrow - at least until next year's JUCO World Series.