As most of you already know, I consider myself a health guy.

I am committed to a lifestyle of eating right, thinking right, and trying to take care of my temple.

Over the last few years,

I have overhauled my diet, adding cold pressed juices, gluten-free products, and organic fruits and

vegetables and have been very satisfied with the results.

As I say in my trainings, if our bodies are like a finely tuned Maserati, we certainly would not put

sand in the engine and expect the car to perform properly.

Well, every once in a blue moon, when the circumstances are right (I am sure you know what I mean), my body starts sending me those irresistible cravings and the only cure is, you guessed it, McDonalds.

Good old Mickey D’s.

On a recent Sunday morning, after a great evening of wine, food, and friends, I awoke to that oh so pleasant marshmallow head.

I had decided that my morning workout could wait and my stomach was telling me that it needed that special something.

I summoned my 16 year old son Jake, an eager to please new driver, and asked if he would be interested in McDonalds for breakfast.

Of course he was, although, he was confused to hear of my interest.

After his shock wore off, he agreed and off he went to get my meal.

The point of this whole story is the breakfast sandwich that followed.

Have you ever had a McGriddle?

It is by the far the best combination of food ever created.

My new eating habits and sensibilities aside, it was AWESOME.!

The “standard” McGriddles sandwich consists of sausage, egg, and American cheese served on a small pancake made with maple flavoring.

Both the top and bottom griddle cakes are embossed with the McDonald’s logo.

The secret is the maple syrup crystals which are cooked right into the pancake.

While eating this magnificent piece of food porn, it dawned on me that something this good was, most definitely, not good for me.

Oh boy.

Do you know how many calories are in a McGriddle?

There are 420 calories and 1030 mg of sodium, OUCH!

Even still, when that craving calls again, I will be heading back for another serving.

I submit that a life of balance is a good life and sometimes you just have to go to the dark side!

And that’s what Nudelberg says!