Remember when we were supposed to call french fries “freedom” fries because we hated France?  Hence the Freedom title…

The other day Christal and I took Erin to Monkey Joes for some bouncin!  (BOUNCIN!  THAT’S WHAT TIGGERS AND ERINS DO BEST).  On our way out, we passed a fast food place and Erin kept shouting “fench fies dada”.  For those of you who don’t speak baby, that means “French Fries dad”.  After she repeated it 100 times, we decided to get her some fries.  After Erin ate a few, Christal handed me one to eat.  I had not had a fast food french fry in about 9-10 weeks at this point.  I had a more “potato-y” fry the other day at Red Robbin, but it wasn’t like a fast food fry.  I was expecting to take a bite-music from some sappy love song would start playing like “reunited and it feels so good”….but no….it didn’t happen.  Instead, it was HORRIBLE!  It tasted like someone took a table spoon of vegetable oil and some salt and threw it in my mouth.  Terrible!  Something that was part of my weekly routine seems to have made it’s way out of my life.  Growing up, we never ate fast food because the small town I grew up in (Johnson City, TX) didn’t have a fast food restaurant.  When I went to college, I remember that it took my body a while to get used to eating the junk and I would get sick the first couple of times I ate a double meat burger with fries.  Renee King, my trainer from the Simpsonville Life Center, told me that this would probably happen.  My taste buds are out of their normal routine.  Things taste different.  It’s crazy, but it’s true.  Try it! Here’s a Chase’s Challenge for ya!  Go without eating any kind of fast food burgers and fries for like a month and see what happens when you bite into some fries.  See if they taste as good as you remembered.  I bet they wont.  At least they didn’t for me.

Everyone on myspace or facebook has that random “I’m driving my car while taking a picture” picture.  Here’s mine….

Notice the thinner jaw line!

I have no pants….my jeans don’t fit anymore.  It’s a shame, I had some nice jeans.  They will be a sweet find for someone at our next garage sale.  I’m now forced into wearing my fancy clothes or shorts.  (If you know me-you know I’m wearing shorts!)

I now have a “fat section” to my closet.  A little different from the old “fat section”.  I used to put clothes that no longer fit me, in the corner of the closet.  This was in hopes that I could one day wear them again.  I have now replaced those clothes that are too big for me.  It’s pretty crazy.  Also, I used to hate shopping for clothes, but now its pretty cool.  It’s nice to try on stuff and have it be too big.  Better for the ego for sure.  As I continue to lose weight, it looks like I’ll be buying a whole new wardrobe for our trip to Disney World.  The only negative of that is the expense….uggg.

As far as the diabetes…

It looks like I’ve been able to keep my blood sugar levels under control.  The other day I went to Red Robbin and had a burger with fries.   MAN THEY TASTED AWESOME!  I havent had fries in about 8 weeks, so it was a pretty big deal.  All the excitement and enjoyment came to a screaching halt when I tested my blood sugar an hour later and found that I had shot up to 160!  Note to self-French fries are not good for my blood sugar!  Everything went back to normal after two hours, but it’s something I need to watch pretty much for the rest of my life.  Lunch also put me over in calories that day, but I wasnt as worried about that.

So in short:

Having no pants to wear….good

Buying new clothes….good (but expensive)

French fries…good….but really really bad!

Those commercials are pretty cheesy….who would have ever thought that one of my childhood heroes, Dan Marino, would be pimpin out a weight loss program.  Yet, we all gotta pay bills…

After what seemed like forever at 18lbs, I finally dropped two more.  I am now 20lbs lighter that when I started this whole thing.  Next time your at the gym, pick up a 20lb weight…it puts everything into perspective.  To those who don’t go to the gym….pick up 4 bags of sugar the next time you are at the store.  That’s about the same thing.  I’m pretty happy about it! (duh)  I told my trainer (Renee King from the Life Center in Simpsonville) that I was going to celebrate by super sizing my lunch….she didn’t think it was that funny. lol

20 was a mini-goal placed in between a few major goals.  What does 20 represent?  A few things.  1)  What I weighed when I got married in 2000.  2)  What is says on my drivers license. (we all lie on that one!)  3) It also puts me only 10 pounds away from my goal weight! 

This weekend I am going to buy a few new shirts (swimming in some of mine these days) and some vitamins that were suggested to me but Crystal Robinson for Greenville Hospital System.  And no, I wont be super sizing anything….