As much as I love to write, I figured I'd start my own blog so I have a better venue to air my thoughts than the short status updates on Facebook. However, I am a bit hesitant, as many of my thoughts seem to cause great angst and displeasure amongst my family and friends, but nonetheless, I start my blog.
First step is selecting a name for the blog. I decided I'd adopt a unique past nickname, although I had to clean it up a bit and probably now do a bit of explaining. Among many of my food service jobs in my younger years, one included a cafeteria server in one of the University of Georgia dining halls closest to my dorm. This was supposed to be a great thing since I'd taken the money my parents gave me for the meal plan my freshman year and bought a ticket to see a boyfriend in New York instead. After getting busted, I no longer received money for food, so I needed a place to eat for free and make a few bucks on the side. No problem. I deserved it.
I was promptly assigned to one of the most popular lines, which included hamburgers, hot dogs, french fries and the ever popular mystery cheese sauce. Invariably, most 17-18 year old college kids that frequented my line would order either two hamburgers, two hot dogs, and one ENTIRE plate of cheese fries. This wasn't an issue until I realized that giving one full plate of fries to nearly every customer meant they didn't last all that long and I'd spend inordinate amounts of time changing out trays of fries from the back, which created a backlog of customers that never seemed to end.
As a solution, (and a prelude to my later fitness trainer mode), I began putting fries in much smaller bowls with a bit of cheese and ONLY offering the small serving. When the masses complained, I told them they were welcome to get back in line and get another bowl, but this way, everyone could get a little bit and the line moved much faster. Many students got very irritated and came back through the line later for more, although some simply gave up and ate the smaller serving. I hope they are thanking me now for not gaining 56 pounds during their freshman year.
Anyhow, once I finished my shift, I would typically go downtown to the clubs with my friends, as many college kids do. Since the dining hall where I worked serviced at least six freshman dorms in the area, there were a large portion of students that knew me from the serving line and began referring to me as "The Fry Witch". Except they didn't say witch. You get the picture. Some used it as a derogatory term, and some as affection, but either way, I embraced the title with honor.
I'm many years removed from my Fry Witch days, but I still believe in the principle of moderation. I look back fondly on my young adulthood, but wouldn't trade where I am today for anything in the world. I hope you enjoy my little blog and I look forward to posting more down the road!
Keep Moving!
