Well, how could you, anyway? You’d have to eat Jill in the box.
Hey, I understand, I had a food addiction (was bulemic for years, then the pendulum swung hard the other way). Temperence is not my middle name, though I’ve learned.
This woman I speak of is delusional, and tries to spread her delusion. I tried to show her the nutrition chart that you can pick up at any Subway, tried to help her on many, many a diet, planned our meals together, exercised together - eventually, she more or less admitted that she was only dieting with me in the hopes that she could make me fail, and maybe make me fatter than her.
What a pal, huh?
I don’t always preface with the lengthy background, but this is a woman I’ve spoken of many times on this board - never in a good way. She’s not a nice person. I don’t use “fat” as an insult. But this woman wanted to trick me into failing (never fell for it, just what she wanted, by telling me things were non-fat when they obviously weren’t, trying to sell me on eating bacon every day because it was good for me, whining about exercise so I wouldn’t go out, (but I did anyway), etc) - this woman wanted to make me weigh more than her - an otherwise healthy though a little chubby 160 lb, 5’7 woman - me - to become over 400 lbs?! :eek: Anyway, that’s part of the background. I have total respect for overweight people, and their struggles; or pride in their self love, comfortable with who they are. But not this woman. Not her. She wasn’t happy with who she was, and she wouldn’t be happy unless she brought the whole world down with her.
I still have nightmares.
Oh, and anyrose, I didn’t even click the link until just now. Just wanted to say: You’re a cutie! Maybe it’s because I read your posts, but you just emit a “hug me!” vibe. I would. 
Man, I’ve been hanging out in MPSIMS too long. But it’s still true!
Meh, I really don’t want to weigh in too heavy on this thread, but I am constantly freaked by Jack-in-the-box references. I have an unfortunate negative association. I am sorry for sharing this but it haunts me.
Where I’m from in the Midwest, there are no JIB franchises. The first time I ate there was also my last time sharing a meal with my Father and subsequently his last meal. He died less than two hours after eating at a JIB in Las Vegas. He had a heartattack (He was healthy, at weight, had High Blood Pressure but was on medication for it.). Out of all the horrible things to remember, a persistant image haunts me. He vomited during CPR and later at the hospital after he had been pronounced dead we were paying or respects and grieving and all I can remember is hugging my Dad and being outraged by the chunks of French Fries and vomitus in his nostrils.
I am sorry to do this. I know I sound crazy.
I hope you could understand.
aw 
thanks
I’ve won Huggin Awards in the past. But soon, people will actually be able to get their arms around me when they hug me! 
He only had three of them? Sounds like his count is low.
You think that’s bad? Just wait till you see what I found at Toys R Us.
That’s right. And it’s marketed to kids.
Is that like dog milk?
‘Red rocket! Red rocket!’
There’s a reason I used to call that place Jack-Off-In-The-Box!
In the spirit of the O.P., my hubby, b-i-l, and I went to Sonic for a treat. Normally, they don’t give you a receipt, but this time they did. My Butterfinger Blast was listed on there as a Butt Blast! Still makes me giggle after all these years.
Sneezy
At the risk of prying, is the surgery to which you refer a gastric bypass?
My mother had one several years ago, herself.
It’s freaky to look at her stomach now, because they sewed up her navel, also.
What a terrible wife! 
OK, from the linked thread, apparently not so much.
Did you see that thread? I’d say he counts.
There’s nothing vaguely clown-like about the place.
I don’t know that I ate quite to that level, but I used to be quite the eater. Most of my friends are shocked to find out that I weighed 200 pounds from at least 8th grade (I didn’t care enough to weigh myself before then) until I lost 30 in a month to make the basketball team in 10th grade. I made the team, but I think it was only on pity points for going to the trouble of losing all that weight. When I went to college and lived in the dorm I put all 30 back on in about two months. Now I’m about halfway between and riding a real roller coaster.
Apparently, these croissants are a result of penis ensuing.
Robin
There are no Jack in the Boxes in Albuquerque, as they all closed up after some samonella thing about 15 years ago. There are some in Las Cruces, but I just can’t talk myself into going into one and getting something.
Actually, after the E. Coli deal that went down ~1997, Jack in the Box became (as I understand it) the forerunner in the industry in food safety. They hired doctors to draft strict requirements for the ranchers, processing plants etc. and then refused to buy meat from businesses that didn’t comply to the reqs. Then they checked the places out and actually made sure they were putting out safe meat. (Heh.) They also regulated their own restaurants.
Good for you? No. Safe? Yes.
I was about to post this same thing. Beat me by mere seconds!
I see. Well, I still remember them all going out of business about a decade before that because of a food safety thing. Unless it was 1993. Well, in any case, I don’t think any Jack in the Boxes existed in Albuquerque past about 1990 and maybe earlier. But I was young and it’s hard to remember exactly.
So you’re saying that they have standards.
And man juice on the croissants.
That’s believable. I don’t doubt that there were other Jack in the Box scares before E. Coli. I moved into California right before the E. Coli scare and everyone told me to stay away from Jack in the Box.
Just sayin’ that after they hit the really big one, they cleaned up their act in commendable fashion. Their food still sucked, though.
A year or two ago they retooled all of their recipes and niced up some of their restaurants with a second floor, nicer menu, more of a “real restaurant” atmosphere, etc. Jack in the Box is now one of my favorite chains.
They fry the man juice first to cook off the AIDS.
Pan-fried, I presume.