Fried food has always been our downfall. I mean who can resist hot, crispy, salty French fries? Well, not me. Or Doyle, for that matter. And yes, McDonald's fries are our fries of choice. The phrase, "Would like that super sized?" was coined just for Doyle. Okay, maybe not just for him, but he was certainly thrilled by the addition of super sized fries.
If given the choice, Doyle always choses fried...anything. But last night, he told me that he thinks that he needs to give up fried foods. Hallelujah! I have been trying to get him to this point for years. I don't expect miracles. I know that he will still crave the salty goodness of fried potatoes, okra, chicken, shrimp, catfish, steak fingers, and don't even get me started on the sweet things like doughnuts, funnel cakes...do I really need to go on?
However, our journey is about taking things one step at a time. At the risk of sounding like an AA wanna be, admitting you have a problem is the first step. Maybe the most important step, or maybe just a necessary step that we have to repeat until we are able to move forward, like a waltz, one step forward, two steps back. Anyway, hearing Doyle say,
"Karen, I think I need to stop eating fried food because it makes my heart beat me to death."
Just for grins.
was music to my ears (the Hallelujah chorus to be exact). Doyle may not listen to me, but he does listen to his heart. Since this is about Doyle's health not me, I can live with that. Even better, he can too. Does this mean that we have to give up McDonalds? Not at all. McDonald's has made life much easier for us because they posted the calorie count of all their menu items. There are several things that we can choose from that allow us a treat without guilt. One of our favs is the parfait. It's not quite the same as French fries, but it's a choice we can live with.