It's been six weeks since the crispy, salty goodness of french fries graced my life. I will now try to explain this tragic, emotional breakup to my gentle readers.
I've been asked a number of times how long I'm planning to live without fries. A few months? A year? No, friends. I am giving them up for life.
Before anyone gets self-condemnational for not joining me in such an extreme decision, you need to know that my french fry consumption was far beyond normal. I clearly cannot handle fried potatoes in moderation. My maiden name is Moore, after all.
I started jogging after I weaned Annabeth back in October. I had high hopes for quickly losing my leftover ten pounds. Alas, all that came off were two measly pounds and I'm sure it was just the result of weaning. The running helped shape up my backside, which had been ravaged by my girl-pregnancy. (It was nothing like that with Jackson. Good grief!) But the pounds were not coming off and let me tell you how discouraging that was. I was busting it 3-4 mornings a week and my body was tired! With barely any results!
I've always loved food and have worked out so that I could eat what I wanted. But I realized that at age 30 my body is not going to let me get away with the constant abuse. Especially not after two pregnancies. I've accepted the fact that I have to make changes in my diet. And by changes I mean no more french fries. That has been so radical that I haven't even attempted anything else.
I'm not a fan of dieting. I feel like if I can't eat in a restricted way forever, why should I do it for any amount of time? Let's talk about bread, for example. There is no way on earth I could ever live the rest of my life without bread. To me, being a size whatever isn't worth the sacrifice. So I'm not gonna go on a carb restricting diet because I can't possibly keep that up. If there's an occasional worthy short term goal in mind (like a beach vacation or a wedding) that's different. But overall, I think diets stink. Isn't it proven that it's better to keep the 10 pounds on than to lose and gain them back over and over again?
So goodbye to french fries. Not hasta la vista. Not hasta luego. Just plain old, severe and permanent adios. It's been hard but not as hard as I expected. Curtis gave them up about a year ago and it has helped both of us to be on the same page. We are eating MUCH less fast food (and drinking much less Dr. Pepper) because it's lost much of the attraction. The hardest moments are when we're out to eat and Jackson gets something with fries. My instinct is to reach across the table and pilfer a few. I even had a bad dream that I did that a few nights ago and blew the whole thing.
My first test came when we were in Missouri visiting Curt's family. Ironically, it happened on the very first day of my french fry-less life - January 1, 2010. We drove through Chick-fil-a for lunch and I ordered fruit instead of fries with my combo meal. I was immediately tested when I looked in the bag and saw an extra thing of fries, which caused me to yell, "Get behind me, Satan!" and scare Curt's dad. They got thrown away.
Every Wednesday night after church, we drive through Sonic and get drinks. This habit started in the hot summer months when it was still 95 degrees at 8:30 p.m. Even though it's winter and we're no longer dying of thirst at all hours of the day, we've kept up the tradition. On one recent night I was having a horrible craving for Sonic tots (also gone from my life) and their picture on the menu was taunting me. I probably should have recited some Scripture or something, but I fought the temptation by ordering a Frito pie. Just keeping it real, lest any one of you is tempted to think more of my will-power that you ought.
The past couple of weeks have been super busy and I haven't jogged as much as I've needed to. Nevertheless, my body has started to shed some weight. PTL! I honestly don't think it has anything to do with the fries. I think it has everything to do with hitting the one-year-post-partum mark. (This happened after Jackson turned one, but I was weaning and starting to work out all at the same time and I never knew which factor caused the weight loss.) On one hand it's really discouraging that I couldn't make it happen before now, but on the other hand I'm just glad my waist is finally coming back.
I whine about the effects of pregnancy on my body but I know it's a small price to pay for these two.
Also, I'm thinking about writing a book called So Long French Fries, You've Been a Bad Friend to Us. I think my mama would be real proud.