Stinks like Grease
Posted 11-09-2010 at 09:05 AM by reastland
When I was about 18, my sister and I went to the ocean--we didn't live that far away, so we liked to go to the ocean a lot. On the way there, we passed my favorite spot--the Dairy Maid (GASP). We pulled up to the drive thru-after all who is getting out and walking in to make an order? It was one of those drive thru windows where you made your order through a little box attached to plywood sign with the menu on it--all painted. As we got to the spot, I inhaled deeply and exclained, "Hm-mm doesn't that smell good?" At this point my athletic, healthy, and svelte sister answered by, "Gross Becky, It reeks for grease!" 
Reeks for grease?
This event popped in my head this morning as I was on my second day of moving myself in the right direction, and that walk passes a Bistro, and guess what it smelled like this morning--grease! I could write this blog on my struggles with grease. How I love the smell, how I love the fried foods, how I used to work in a restaurant and we would fry just about anything--dip in in ranch or thousand-island sauce and eat it, but I like an alcoholic at an AA meeting, I won't glorify my days on the sauce.
(Literally lots of FRY SAUCE)
Counseling
I'd been going to counseling for over a year when Kathy (my therapist) and I discussed my issues with drive thru restaurants after work. (I would not eat most of the day, then eat a mega amount of calories at the end of the day, starting with the drive thu.) My route home took me directly passed all the arches, kings, and queens that our society has to offer. While I know they have salads--with sauce the calories are as much as their big burgers--but I was ordering the meals. Sometimes with extra cheese sticks or fries on the side--they were my snack on the way home.
Kathy asked me if it were possible to drive home with out passing a drive thru
. We discussed it further, then she helped me create a map home that did not go passed a drive thru. In turn, I gave myself a reward with a healthy meal of chicken, veggies and something white (rice, potato, etc.).
I had it timed; I would walk through the door, start the rice cooker and George Foreman grill I had ready. Then I would hit the shower, and by the time I was toweling my hair--food was ready! I also added a piece of fruit at 4, so I was less hungry for the drive home. (Considering I ate at noon, this was a great thing to do for myself!)
Today
Do I still feel the pull of the grease? Well, yes and no. When I smelled it this morning, I thought of what the bacon, eggs, hashbrowns and toast meals cost for me. The extra weight, the loss of mobility, the loss of the kind of life I want for myself, and my breakfast of steal cut oats suddely felt better. I imagined what my tummy feels like now when I eat a high fat greasy meal, and I couldn't wait to eat my helathy breakfast.
How about you?
Yesterday I wrote about moving your pebble, and today I ask what is your route to health? Can you drive another directions? Physically and metaphorically?
God's Blessings,
Becky
Reeks for grease?
This event popped in my head this morning as I was on my second day of moving myself in the right direction, and that walk passes a Bistro, and guess what it smelled like this morning--grease! I could write this blog on my struggles with grease. How I love the smell, how I love the fried foods, how I used to work in a restaurant and we would fry just about anything--dip in in ranch or thousand-island sauce and eat it, but I like an alcoholic at an AA meeting, I won't glorify my days on the sauce.
(Literally lots of FRY SAUCE)Counseling
I'd been going to counseling for over a year when Kathy (my therapist) and I discussed my issues with drive thru restaurants after work. (I would not eat most of the day, then eat a mega amount of calories at the end of the day, starting with the drive thu.) My route home took me directly passed all the arches, kings, and queens that our society has to offer. While I know they have salads--with sauce the calories are as much as their big burgers--but I was ordering the meals. Sometimes with extra cheese sticks or fries on the side--they were my snack on the way home.
Kathy asked me if it were possible to drive home with out passing a drive thru
. We discussed it further, then she helped me create a map home that did not go passed a drive thru. In turn, I gave myself a reward with a healthy meal of chicken, veggies and something white (rice, potato, etc.). I had it timed; I would walk through the door, start the rice cooker and George Foreman grill I had ready. Then I would hit the shower, and by the time I was toweling my hair--food was ready! I also added a piece of fruit at 4, so I was less hungry for the drive home. (Considering I ate at noon, this was a great thing to do for myself!)
Today
Do I still feel the pull of the grease? Well, yes and no. When I smelled it this morning, I thought of what the bacon, eggs, hashbrowns and toast meals cost for me. The extra weight, the loss of mobility, the loss of the kind of life I want for myself, and my breakfast of steal cut oats suddely felt better. I imagined what my tummy feels like now when I eat a high fat greasy meal, and I couldn't wait to eat my helathy breakfast.
How about you?
Yesterday I wrote about moving your pebble, and today I ask what is your route to health? Can you drive another directions? Physically and metaphorically?
God's Blessings,
Becky
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