Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Goodbye, My Love

In taking this journey, I know I need to go one step at a time. And I thought I'd start with the boys' frosted cinnamon PopTarts. No more buying them, I decided. It was just one food item, but it was a start, and they could do without.

I thought this as I reached into the Fat Free Pringles canister for the fourth time. My crutch food. My old faithful. The one I go to when forsaken everywhere else. And then I realized that it's not fair for me to impose change on a one-year-old and four-year-old, even though I can since I'm bigger, if I can't sacrifice a little myself.

So when this canister is gone, it's history. No more stacking three at a time and mindlessly chomping away during Sex In the City marathons. No more gelatinous Olean coating my tongue. (Mmm... Olean.) No more waking up dehydrated and clutching for water in any form after a particularly harsh late-night bender. Nope. It's time to crunch one last time and then bid adieu to the moustachioed round-faced cartoon man.

Don't let the door hit you in the butt on the way out, little guy.


Blogger amyzeats said...

If you haven't read it, please read Fast Food Nation. It will freak. You. Out. Not just the parts about the slaughterhouses and large processing plants and disgusting conditions, and how these companies and the ones they sell to treat their workers like doo (and, yes, bringing up excrement in a discussion of food is gross, but just wait 'til you get to the parts in the book on E. Coli--ugh), but there's a section on a factory in New Jersey, whose purpose is to create good smells. The smell of good cooked burgers, the smell of cookies, the smell of cherries, the smell of coffee, the smell of clean laundry. Made-up smells of real life. It's like science fiction, but it's not. It's real! And it's in your Pringles. Gack.

5:38 AM  
Blogger Cindy K said...

I did read this a couple years ago, and it was horrid. Didn't eat fast food for a year. And then eeked it back. Gotta read it again. The most memorable piece to me was that tests showed there's more fecal matter in kitchen sinks (courtesy of washing meat from cows fed said matter) than in toilets. So a carrot dropped in your toilet would be more edible, conceivably, than one dropped in your kitchen sink. Scary stuff.

6:08 AM  
Blogger amyzeats said...

okay, and now thanks to that lovely poopy carrot, i think i'll begin my fast in honor of Holy High Holidays. EW!

8:02 AM  

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