Old Mac Donald

Had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

And on this farm he had a [genetically modified and horribly fed] Cow E-I-E-I-O

With a tumor here and a spray of ammonia there E-I-E-I-NOOOOO

Mondays are hectic for us … slightly. I pick up my daughter, we have a couple hours, then pick up my son and head straight for two hours of therapy. (OT/PT) We don’t leave the clinic until nearly 6:30 and drive 30 minutes home. On some occasions I plan ahead and make a crock pot dinner, but then the kids aren’t eating until 7/7:15. Considering we start the bedtime routine at 7:30 this doesn’t gel too well. More often than not we just drive through somewhere on the way home so my son can decompress for a short amount of time before heading for the dreaded bed time routine.

Tonight, my friends, I am semi-proud to say that I drove my children through McDonald’s and ordered them food and I ordered nada for myself. Zip. Zero. Zilch. I had a few fries fall into my white knuckled grip and accidentally get tossed into my mouth, but other than that I sat in a closed van while my kids munched on their non organic alien food behind me.

And I was totally fine with it. My mouth did not water. I did not feel cheated. I did not feel excluded or like I was missing out. My son has discovered a new appreciation for the Big Mac because that was always my burger of choice. How can you go wrong with two all beef (pshhh, right) patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun ?!! You can’t. That’s how. My picky son eats his way through usually hated and despised lettuce and onions to eat the monster. It is against some kind of law to alter the perfection of the assembly that creates the Big Mac.








(I have yet to see or taste one that resembles anything close to this picture)

Say what you want about it, I don’t care. I was raised on McDonalds and I love me a Big Mac.

But tonight I didn’t. I made a choice that felt healthy and right and it was MY choice, so all I was feeling, aside from the overly salty pucker of a couple fries, was satisfaction in making that decision.

And that is the difference between a diet and a lifestyle change. If I was having to do this for any other reason than my own want and will not to be sick or dead, I would have scarfed down that hamburger myself AND the fries AND the soda AND my kids’ leftovers all before coming home and snacking on Halloween candy. Because i’m doing of my own will and for myself, I was fine coming home and making something slightly more acceptable for myself and then snacking on crunchy pita chips and some hummus.

I have been surrounded by Halloween candy for three weeks now. I told myself I was buying the giant bulk bag of minis for the trick or treaters, knowing full well the possibility of having trick or treaters on our dark street was slim to none.

But we still have 2/3 of that bag! I’m so proud of my husband who is the resident chocoholic. He has only picked here and there at it. My kids STILL have candy in their ToT pales!! I have tracked when i’ve stolen taken/raided their stash. It hasn’t been too hard. I’ve never had an overwhelming sweet tooth. I’m more the salty snacker… hence me salty attitude, argh !

So that’s my Me Celebration for the day. I passed up McDonald’s. And I have been adding a minute at a time on the treadmill. I’m at 26 now. Thank you, Amy Poehler. 🙂


3 thoughts on “Old Mac Donald

  1. Nice work! It feels so good to make a healthy food choice (and not regret that you missed out on something). I’m a total sweet tooth and feeling kind of toxic from Halloween candy overload, so considering going sugar-free for a bit… ugh.


  2. Good job! I have a problem with McDonalds exactly once a year. I don’t eat it except for the Monopoly game, which just ended. The Big Mac and I will now part ways for another 11 months. My children cry when the game ends, but it must be done. I tell them to wait till they see commercials for the monopoly game again, and there will be happy meals for all once more. I have probably gained 10 lbs. Worth it. I won nothing.


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