The Breaking Bad Diet

Summer boredom has already hit and I decided I needed to find a new show to watch on Netflix. As much as I love watching Roseanne, Sex and the City and Weeds re-runs, i've seen each episode probably 900 times and I wanted to try out something new.  I decided on Breaking Bad.  I parked my oversized hiney on the couch, put my fuzzy, pink, princess blanket over my legs and figured i'd be instantly hooked. I had read somewhere online that this show was similar to Weeds. Whoever wrote that was a liar! I'd like to find that person and punch them in the nadsicles.

The first episode was mildly intriguing.  It definitely didn't pull me in right away like Weeds, but it was watchable. That is until I saw the bathtub scene.  Holy sweet mother of Justin Bieber, i'm traumatized!   TRAUMATIZED!  I wish I would've had a warning. I would've switched off Breaking Bad, turned on Roseanne re-runs, curled up under my fuzzy, pink, princess blanket, and eaten Reese's Peanut Butter Cups instead.

I should've known better. I knew that the basis of the show was drugs and not warm, furry kittens. I can't handle blood or gore at all.  I don't watch horror movies or anything about zombies or vampires.  It took me several weeks to feel normal again after watching Robo Cop with the husband.  Don't laugh. Robo Cop is some scary shit! I am now terrified of robotics.  I will never buy a Rumba.  Ever.

Back to Breaking Bad. Shortly after the bathtub scene, which is so disgusting i'm not even going to try to describe it, my husband brought home PIZZA for dinner. I wanted to vomit in my mouth every time I attempted to take a bite. I was literally sick to my stomach.  Perhaps I should watch this particular episode before every meal and I just might lose those unwanted 30 lbs this summer.

I really don't think I can continue watching. I'm sorry Breaking Bad, but i'll be moving on to something that I can watch without peeking through my fingers.  Barbie in A Mermaid Tale is looking pretty good at the moment.