After all, fried food has zero nutritional value and is a helluva lot of Points for pretty much nada.
And since I’ve always been more of a sweets-craver than a savory-craver, it has never been a big deal for me to ban this type of food.
Well, tonight, my husband and I went to dinner at Red Robin. (I should note here that I loathe chains, but he reallllly wanted a burger and he asks for so little that I said what the hell).
In case you’re not familiar with Red Robin, they are known for their burgers and fries, two things I have not ordered out in well over six years.
It was early when we went and I wasn’t too too hungry, so I ordered a salad, knowing that we were going out for coffee/dessert later (and I’d want something there). I also knew from my husband (who had been with male amigos before) that they serve unlimited steak fries at Red Robin — and that if I wanted to, I could snag a few of my husband’s fries.
Wait, what did I just say?! Yes, I have to state here that even that thought (“I’ll snag one of his”) has been a foreign concept for so many years now that the mere comfort in the thought honestly came as a shock to me — how easy it felt to think, “Hey, if I want one, I’ll have one.”
That, ladies and gentleman, is progress.
So we enjoyed our meal and chatted, catching up (since our recent trips over-lapped) and as we talked, I found myself snagging not one but SEVEN steak fries! They were quite delish!
Now, I recognize whole-heartedly that this is no big feat for the average girl out to dinner with her husband … but for me — this was quasi-monumental.
Monumental enough for me to blog about it.
You see, I’m not telling you the number from the food journaling perspective — that would be annoying and this is not my food journal — but rather I’m sharing it from the “loosening-up/being flexible/enjoying-life-in-the-moment” perspective.
Between my trip to Salt Lake City where I enjoyed lots of vino and rich food, to a girls’ night dinner this week where I shared small plates with my girlfriends and had wine, to tonight’s fries … I really feel like I’m beginning to understand what “normalcy” is.
It’s about balance. Shame-free/guilt-free coexistence with food. Experiencing life. Savoring it.
No one has to be perfect all the time. Eating a few French fries once in a blue moon will not make me fat. And enjoying life a little more is going to make me a more pleasant wife/friend/daughter/colleague to be around.
And since I had this “treat” tonight, I have no desire to go home and nosh. (I’m blogging from Water Street Coffee Joint, my favorite local place, and what makes tonight awesome is that we went out to dinner and then came here so we could spend time together — hubby is studying while I blog — but we’re TOGETHER).
So while my little ditty tonight might sound silly to some of my readers, I’m blogging about this because it’s little moments like this when I realize that hey, I’m OK. I’m going to be OK.
What a liberating sensation.
And now — with Korea coming upon us in 21 days — I’m really looking forward to the challenge of being in a totally unfamiliar place with totally unfamiliar food/culture.
Ultimately, we need to step outside our comfort zones to really experience life. And I’m ready.
How about you? Is there a food you had banned or restricted that you have recently given yourself permission to enjoy? How did it make you feel afterwards?