Steamed Cheeseburger to die for

OK- today I caved for the smell of BK out on the compulsive behavior strip at lunch time. I don't know why I was attracted to it because every time I eat there I get sick. I told myself out loud - 'I'll just go back to the office and eat my turkey rollup and tomato - it will be much better for me'. Willpower over ruled as I passed BK, then Wendy's and finally the golden arches. I was off the strip and almost back to my healthy lunchbox when I saw a sign that said Steamed Cheeseburgers and Pizza. My raging hormones, in need of a junk food fix took control and I found myself in line. I was sure I had the wrong order when the woman behind the counter handed me my bag. It weighed a TON. "Steamed Cheeseburger?" I asked. "Uh-huh" she said. When I reached in to grab this enormous foil wrapped bundle - it felt more like a half of a baked chicken - it was HUGE! The meat was two inches thick with a 1/4 inch of cheese, another inch of lettuce and a slice of tomato the size of the lid on a Chinese soup container - all served up on one of those big bulky rolls. I couldn't open my mouth wide enough to take a bite! It was fast food to die for! And, who would've guessed, from Quick Mart?? (Was this a twilight zone moment?) Needless to say, I won't be hungry for a while. We don't want to discuss my hormones....