The Day I got Fat

I can tell you the exact day I started to get fat. I must have been 6. My Aunt Ree (as we called her) was watching me that day. We went for a walk downtown and as a special treat she bought me an Egg McMuffin. I had never tasted anything like it. I gobbled it down and in an uncharacteristic act of greed that changed my life forever, I begged for another. I could have eaten twenty of them.