No Mas Papa

One of the biggest transitions I have made to date is that of my weight. I have lost a relatively significant amount of weight in the past few years, and I am still loosing. Now to be clear, I don’t prescribe to any idea that you have to be a certain size to be beautiful. I have a lot of issues with the flawed BMI scale. And my dress size does not determine my happiness. That said there is a landslide of hereditary dieses in my family (thanks mom and dad) including diabetes and heart failure.  So I came to a point in my life where I decided I wanted to do what I could to fight genetics. It’s been good so far, though slow.

As a whole, my eating habits have changed significantly. The only meat I eat is fish, and even that is pretty rare. I also try to eat mostly whole grains and lots of fruits and veggies (ok so there is an occasional poptart… yes I know, I’m not sure if its actually food either)

But there is one major weakness for me. On enemy that I seem to rely on as a true blue ally, despite the danger that it poses to me. The enemy I speak of is indeed, the French fry! Ever since I was a child, I have loved french fries in a way that borders on obsession. The crunchy delicious outside… the fluffy soft inside… it’s a beautiful thing! Unfortunately french fries are one of the most damaging and harmful foods on planet earth.

So I have decided to go on a fry detox. Perhaps not forever, but I am planning to get off the spud for the next five weeks. Now just so you know what a big deal this is, I told my friend what I was doing at lunch today and he gasped and said “But you LOVE french fries!” If I wasn’t sure that I was making the right decision, his reaction certainly confirmed that I was!

Wish me luck!