So I always cook my own food from more or less raw ingredients (nothing fancy). I got the brilliant idea of buying myself ONE cooked meal this weekend, the first one in ages, so I could take a break. Thank myself very much, I've now been squirming out of pain for hours. I feel like I'm giving birth or something. Hopefully the can of coke I've just drunk helps... F*ck prepared meals, this abomination shouldn't even exist.
Edit : I'm still dying, but wanted to correct "cooked meal". It wasn't a cooked one actually, just not a raw ingredient, but I still had to cook it. Something like raviolis/tortellinis. Fully cooked meals that you just need to put in the microwave never appealed to me much.