I don’t eat fries in February.
And I don’t care if you do.
My brother ran nine miles last Friday. I didn’t. He ran nine miles because he’s training for a marathon.
I have a goal too – and that’s to affect my numbers in my physical health. When you have a goal, you take steps to complete it. Same as training for a marathon. Don’t be threatened by this, don’t tell me how you eat Oreos all day, err day and still maintain your trim, healthy shape. Cool beans! However, for me personally, I have to work and work hard at it to reach my goal.
Here’s the story for those who are new around here:
About 8 years ago (or so), I was on two blood pressure medications and a bit overweight for my height. I had three little kids, a busy life and also – if I’m completely honest – was dealing with some emotional issues.
I went to the doctor, got my blood work done and could see in front of me the numbers that told me my triglycerides were high and those needed to be gotten under control. She also suggested maybe we could add a third blood pressure medication. I thought to myself:
This made me TAKE ACTION:
I went home and started doing some very basic workouts and started changing my diet.
Some of us find food just really yummy, others of us tie in emotional issues with food, and some of us just don’t take the time to think about what we’re doing.
I was a little bit of all those things. Therefore, I needed to change my habits surrounding food.
I don’t know exactly why I picked french fries as my number one enemy. But my main reasoning was:
1) I was only eating them because they were there. On the side of my burger. Not because I necessarily craved them.
2) If fries were sitting on the side of my burger, it meant we were eating out. And (at that time of my life), if we were eating out, it probably meant I hadn’t planned ahead for the daily “what’s for dinner” pattern.
Eventually my no fries led to a low carb diet, a round of P90X (90 days of pretty intense workouts) and regular training sessions with a personal trainer.
A year later, I had my blood work done again. ALL the numbers had improved, including that high triglyceride number. And I was taken off ALL blood pressure medication, because my bp had normalized. I was also down 28 pounds. And I had broken my emotional attachment to food. (You should hear how I cried about fried rice.)
Because I started paying attention to what I was eating.
It’s like training for a marathon. You want to reach a goal? You have to put certain steps in place to achieve that goal. My brother is training for a marathon, therefore he runs miles every day. I’m training for low blood pressure, therefore, I don’t eat fries. Well, okay, I RARELY eat fries.
Now I’m eight or so years into no fries for the month of February. And I absolutely have gained back weight because of busyness and forgetting to plan ahead. But thank goodness for No Fry Month! It’s re-inspiring me to PAY ATTENTION.
Why February? Because it’s my birth month and so it made sense to make my birth month a month of no fries – as a little kick in the tush to remember to take care of my health and take steps to make my next year as healthy as I can. For the last four (?) years I’ve done it online on Facebook and this year we have 60 people joining me in No Fry Zone February – accountability, fun and support for my little training plan.
Do I care if other people DO eat fries? Nope. Do I mind when people tell me they NEVER eat fries? Nope. Do I care if you say my no fries thing is weird and stupid? Nope. Do I care if someone lectures me on how they would never eat fries because fries are evil, so why would I even have to make a month of it? No, go ahead. Lecture me. I won’t fight back. (Btw, food, in and of itself, is not evil.)
Because I have a goal I have made my own, and it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks or does. The truth is in the numbers, and my eating habits (including eliminating fries) showed up in my numbers. What I DO was having an impact on my health. The last year I fell to the wayside on some habits and gained weight and my bp started creeping up. This is just how my body is going to work, apparently. So now I’m back in the saddle because I’ve put myself back in training.
That’s reason enough for me.
What’s your reason?