Monday, January 14, 2013
I have often said "I don't really eat fast food. Fast food is not my weakness. Fast food is not one of my struggles." Liar, liar - my (bigger) pants are on fire. Sure, McDonalds and Burger King, etc., are not calling my name but Starbucks (chai tea, a cake pop), a frozen yogurt place that my youngest son likes to go to, and a smoothie shop, all saw plenty of business from me over the past few months. I knew it was bad when I walked into the smoothie shop and the sweet guy who works there greeted me and my son by reciting our regular order - a strawberry banana smoothie for him, a protein heavy (of course) smoothie for me, and two small bags of Pirate's Booty. Indulge me with a funny kid story. I asked my son for a handful of his Pirate's Booty. I had just worked out, hard, and wanted some salt back in my body. He said no to my request and I pointed out that he was not sharing very nicely. He didn't miss a beat when he told me "I am saving all my sharing time for my husband years". He's a funny boy. So, anyway, back to my "no fast food" lie. I had to take a look at all the expense, financially and calorically. I had to quit justifying going to these places so frequently. My youngest is my fourth child. My husband and I over-indulge him. He needs to hear "no" more often. Tonight, after we left my new gym, where my son very patiently waited for me to finish my boot camp workout (which was hard but not so hard that I felt trashed afterward, just very challenged), my sweet boy asked me to take him for a smoothie. I told him no, that I had prepared dinner before we left for the gym, so we would go home and eat. He pouted for a minute, I ignored the pouting, and we came home and ate a homemade meal. Anyway, I just had to "out" myself about the fast food thing. I don't feel "judgey" about people who do struggle with the temptation of traditional fast food restaurants (obviously, I am in no position to judge) but I do feel compassion. It is so easy, so fast, and is so tempting after a hard day, or in the morning after a rough night of not enough sleep. I am more of a "much less often" kind of a person, rather than a "never, ever" person. I have stopped frequenting our three favorite places so often. Maybe the smoothie guy will have a hard time remembering our order by the next time we stop in. My waist and my wallet will both thank me.