Great balls of fire don’t bother me anymore and don’t call me sugar Scarlett shirt is available. I came of age in the 70’s which makes me a part of the “ME” generation. Well I sure can’t say I argue with that. I generally not only want it now, I want it before I even know I want it. Couple that with the fact that I was schooled at the Scarlett O’Hara Southern Belle Academy, which means I feel a certain sense of entitlement about the things I want. You can see how my view on instant gratification would be in direct conflict with my desire to lose weight. It didn’t go on overnight and it ain’t coming off overnight but I WANT it to.
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Growing up in the south you learn early to love all things fried, breaded and syrupy sweet. I have had so many wonderful meals that really did make me want to slap my mama, however my desire to continue breathing kept me from actually doing it. A southern mama begins to develop her child’s palate long before the teeth come in. A bottle of slightly watered down sweet tea or Cocola as we proud southerners refer to Dr. Pemberton’s elixir, is a sure cure for a whiney young ‘un on a hot July afternoon. We honestly don’t care that the combination of sugar and caffeine launch Junior like a rocket in space, we just want him to stop whining.
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Southern women do not do well with whining, unless of course it is them doing the whining, which any belle worth her salt has down to an art form. Moving on, teething woes are often cured by giving baby a chicken leg to chew on. Baby’s first birthday culminates with allowing him to eat an entire cake, usually chocolate, thereby making it pretty much a food fest for the rest of the child’s natural life. As we grow, food becomes a downright religious experience for us. We have learned that anything tastes better when it is dipped in batter and fried in lard. Just hook me up to an IV of cholesterol now!
We have perfected the art of frying. I give you fried Oreos, Twinkies, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups as just a few examples. Give us a dead animal and a cast iron skillet and we will give you a meal that is guaranteed to clog your arteries. Won’t nothin’ get through. So as you can see, while food has always been my friend, it is no longer my best friend. It has done shameful things to me. My body suffered because my mouth craved ecstasy. Even the maternity clothes I have worn for the last 33 years are getting too tight! Hope you like Great balls of fire don’t bother me anymore and don’t call me sugar Scarlett shirt.