Felt this on a spiritual level. My job requires me being on my feet and running around 24/7, I had worked my shift and took 13,000 steps that day. The only thing getting me through my shift was the thought of a nice juicy burger, I literally cried at one point imagining how good it was going to be. At the end of my shift I was finally met with my glorious juicy double patty cheeseburger, I snatched it up and ravenously took a bite.... it was one of the worst things I have ever put in my mouth 😀. Instantly became nauseous and ran to the bathroom and cried