Sweet, Sweet McD's

I was reading RGARCIA3803's blog, and it brought up a lot of things for me, so I thought I'd throw a blog out. Props to RG for sharing!

My parents have been alcoholics as long as I can remember. When I was in elementary school, sometimes my dad or stepmom would pick me up from school and take me to the bar with them. There I was, in my little private school uniform, sitting on a bar stool drinking Shirley Temples and eating lemons and limes. My husband doesn't believe me when I tell him that's how I spent my after school hours. It was actually a good memory for me at the time. I liked going there and playing video games---sometimes I even ASKED if we were going to the bar when they picked me up from school. Definitely not normal.

When I was in junior high and high school and I was old enough to stay home alone, my parents went out drinking all the time. I'd come home from school and there would be $5 on the kitchen table so I could walk down to McDonald's and get my own dinner. It was at the end of our street---only about five houses down---so it was automatically the babysitter. I was so irritated with them that I made sure I spent every penny of that money. I got a big value meal and a dessert and everything! And you'd better believe I ate every morsel. I don't think we ate a single meal together while I was in high school. It's no surprise that we barely talk to each other now. I've lived in Indianapolis for four years and my dad still has yet to visit. I thought his first grandson would be a draw, but apparently not enough.

Anyway, fast food has been my comfort food for a very long time. Sad that I've found comfort in grease, huh? However, since I've started SP, I think I've only had fast food two or three times. And that's over a month and a half! I used to get fast food two or three times a WEEK! Sometimes twice a DAY! Ugh.

Honestly, now that I'm writing this and connecting my attachment to McDonald's with such a lousy time in my life, it doesn't sound appetizing at ALL. In fact, I can't believe I didn't boycott the place before! Well...here's to Burger King!

Just kidding! I feel so much better not having fast food all the time. All I know is that I don't want to pass my poor eating habits onto my son---I don't want him growing up with the same issues I had! And thank the Lord that I am not a drinker like my dad and stepmom. It's only through God's grace that I didn't go down that path---I know He's been looking out for me all this time. He's good all the time!