It's been over 2 years since I decided to give up french fries. It started when I read the South Beach Diet. It spoke of the evils of refined carbohydrates, and the double evil of taking those carbs and deep frying them in fat.
I told myself, "self, if you can give up fries for a month, then you can do this diet." And if you can do this diet, then you can lose your belly.
Well, I made it the month without eating fries. And then the wife and I went through the diet. And we lost 15+ pounds each. Life was good.
Then, we got lazy. And we gained our weight back. And I never lost my belly. Sigh.
But something funny happened. Despite giving up on the diet, I never gave up on my french fry ban. As months turned into a year, the ban became easier. Coworkers and friends alike mocked me, and took pleasure in tempting and taunting me. Still, I could not be made to break my ban. The thought of ending this streak hurt more than tasting the salty goodness that all of my friends heartlessly ate in front of me. You fucking bastards.
But you know what? The ban is boring me now. Like beating Jon at poker, it's all too easy. So I will end it this year. Maybe I'll start a new ban in 2008. I'll give up hanging out with AI. Wait, that's also too easy.
December 2nd, 2007. I'm going to McDonald's and ordering some fries with a naked chick in them, like the picture. Delicious.