I’ll be honest … the only times I’ve set foot in a McDonald’s in the past six or so years have been on road-trips (rest-room break) or for a small vanilla cone (delish!).
Yet over the past few months, I have not been able to get the craving for a McDonald’s Happy Meal out of my head!
The first time I told my husband about said craving he looked at me like I was nuts, like” “Who took my wife and where is she?!”
I told him I was totally serious (recognizing surely it was the pregnancy speaking and not Miss-Former-“EW/Gross”-Fast-Food speaking) but I never actually made the move to go for a variety of reasons: too busy on weekends, plans at night, then during the work-week I’m on puppy-duty so it’s hard to go out at lunch …
So today I decided to bite the bullet and do drive-thru and bring it home at lunch.
I ordered the cheeseburger Happy Meal with extra pickles and a side salad, and enjoyed every bite!
While I was a little bummed they didn’t add the extra pickles and the cheese was neon orange, the taste of the onions on the burger more than made up for it! I ate the cheeseburger slowly and savored the taste.
The fries were pretty good too, though much saltier than I remembered (or maybe my palate has changed?)!
Anyway, I ate half of those and gave a few to Rocco 😉
And I felt completely content with my meal. No regrets. NO GUILT.
As a side-note/observation, I was very pleased to see that McDonald’s now has nutritional information on everything, so I knew the cheeseburger was 300 calories and the small fries, 230 — not necessarily info I desperately needed right now, but as a future mom, very good to know that the info is readily available should the occasion arise … or if ever I had another craving 😉
While the average American might not think twice about eating fast-food and probably does it a few times a week, this was HUGE for me on a few levels.
1) It meant deliberately eating something that is “junk food” but still savoring it.
2) It meant putting a “want” in front of a “need” — and being OK with it.
3) It meant giving myself permission to enjoy something I would have shunned a year ago.
It wasn’t eaten mindlessly or because of emotions; it wasn’t eaten in shrouded secrecy; it wasn’t eaten rushed. It just was EATEN. I call that progress 🙂
It probably goes without saying but for new readers, but I feel like I should add that by no means do I intend to imply that the rest of my pregnancy will be spent at McDonald’s — quite the contrary.
But I have to say, I am really proud of myself for removing the borderline-orthorexic mask of my past and letting go a little.
It’s good to remember that one kid-sized meal at McDonald’s isn’t Morgan Sprock’s month-long McDonald’s “Super-Size Me” spree. Nor do I think it’ll set me off on some fast-food bender.
In actuality, it’s fairly simple and though I talked about it at length, it truly requires little analysis: I had a craving, I enjoyed it, and that’s all there is to it.
How about you? Food in moderation is just food; it isn’t meant to be feared. Is there a food you fear? What is the root of the fear, and how can you tackle it head-on?