I was getting a bottle of fruit flavored water at the local gas station the other day when I turned around and I saw this mystery meat staring me in the face. I found myself wondering in stunned silence, "Who eats this stuff?". So I asked the clerk behind the desk.Happy: What is this mystery meat?
Clerk: I have no idea. I just work here.
It's no wonder America has an epidemic of super morbid obesity. The farthest distance between two McDonald's is only 107 miles and we've got gas stations from coast to coast selling 50 cent mystery meat by the ton and state fairs serving 67 types of foods on a stick.
I'll tell you what, forgot about the mystery meat. Next time you're hungry, fill up your shopping cart full of fruits and vegetables. One day you'll thank me by not showing up as a patient on my hospitalist service where we don't rarely serve mystery meat, but we do serve a hospital smoking ban policy. Which means you can't have a cigarette after your family brings in a sack of mystery meat the night before your heart catheterization.
What is it going to take for you to kick your mystery meat addiction and show a litte self respect for your body? You only get one body. As an American, I'm embarrased to think that any company feels compelled enough to sell this mystery meat garbage, and expect to make a profit from it.
But they do. Which helps explain a lot about a lot of things. Not about the companies willing to self this stuff, but about Americans willing to buy it.
