Well, okay. It IS butter.
I had a slight banana bread incident today. I would LOVE to report that I am beating myself up for it, as I usually do, but not this time. Fuck it. It was good.
At lunch today, my salad came with two slices of banana bread. I kept one and gave one to a fuzzy headed co-worker. I offered him one of the little tubs of fake butter, which are so much not a good butter substitute, but still, better than no butter at all. He declined, as I knew he would. Which is a great choice . Healthier.
But still. No butter?
That’s just not right.
I can explain this. The reason is my co-worker, (Again, I want to respect other people’s privacy, so I will refer to this co-worker as “Fozzy”) is a baby. He’s not even 30. He’s a few months younger than our oldest child.
People my age grew up eating butter. Unless your house was a strict margarine house. By the way, the margarine people? They were doing it wrong.
We put butter on everything. Have a wonderfully healthy head of broccoli? Steam and cover it in a stick of butter. That’s health food, right there. We fried everything in butter. I had a friend, back a zillion years ago, who used to mix a stick of butter with sugar and eat it right out of the bowl.
As much as I LOVE butter, I never took to the butter and sugar thing, that’s just gross. Although, when I was very small, I remember sugar bread being a daily snack. White bread. Butter. Granulated sugar.
And I was SKINNY as a little kid.
Point is, these babies(the fozzy bears) grew up with healthier views on food. We parents started getting better information on the importance of a good diet for kids. We learned a lot about better eating habits. Kids like Fozzy have a great advantage of learning better eating habits at a young age.
On the other hand. Butter is awesome. Every time I see Fozzy eat dry wheat toast at lunch, I kind of feel sorry for him. Because, ewww. Toast needs butter.
Oh. And toast should be made of white bread.
I will concede that my early bad habits probably contributed to the size of my ass.
I’m still not sorry that I ate sugar bread as a kid.
Here’s the thing, I can make excuses for my bad eating habits. That’s how it was when I was a kid. Of course, I can only speak for kids I knew growing up.
I grew up in a poor neighborhood and I can tell you this, we ALL had shitty diets. I can’t tell you how many times we had pizza from a box or Chinese food in a can. My best friend, who lived two doors down, often had malted milk for dinner because there was no food in the house. When there was food, there was butter. I used to love to eat at her house. Her mother made fried chicken. My mom made fish sticks.
There are excuses and there are reasons.
Holding on to them and making them valid excuses or valid reasons does NOTHING to help shrink the size of your ass.
Reasons and excuses just get in the way.
Personally, I do not believe butter is inherently bad. Low fat people would disagree. I still eat butter. I’m down 38 lbs. I have 32 to go.
In the end, it doesn’t matter what you chose. Chose something. Make a change.
I’m gonna keep eating butter.