Ahh, fall is in the air. The leaves are starting to change, evenings are cooling off, and the house is filled with the fantastic smells of... nachos? Yes, it is football season. Time for jerseys, beer and lots of yelling. This is the time of year where I tend to begin a slow downward spiral, generally culminating after the holidays have long gone and the superbowl is upon us.
Billy is a huge Green Bay Packers fan, so by default, I am too. Being that I was born and raised in Northern Virginia, I grew up a Redskins fan. Although I was never a diehard fan, I did have my moments, yelling at the TV and downing my share of "football munchies". Because I have been dating a Packers fan for almost seven years now, I have inherited a new team and a new set of Sunday rituals. If we are not at home entertaining a room full of friends, then we are out at a sports bar or pub. It's always been a fun time of year, filled with camaraderie and celebration. Unfortunately, football season is also synonymous with poor diet. And I do mean poor.
I almost always try to prepare myself for Sunday's diet debauchery, but my will power hardly ever wins out There it is, a luscious oven pepperoni pizza, cruelly calling to me from the counter. The bowls of chips and dip, the scrumptious buffalo wings, the cold frosty bottles of beer. Just too delicious to deny. My carefully thought out veggie platters and hummus spread somehow seem to end up in the fridge, mostly untouched, while my fiancé, myself, and our friends spread out in carb comas and watch the games wind down. It's embarrassing that willpower has absolutely no power in this situation. And football season lasts for almost six months! So what's a girl to do?
Besides the food and socialization, football season also serves a genuinely important purpose in our lives. Quality time. Billy and I do not get to spend a lot of time together, so when football Sunday comes around, we can pretty much guarantee that we will be watching and cheering together somewhere. Today, it was just the two of us. We went to the local sports bar and watched the game while we played touch screen trivia and got messy eating Cajun-style wings. The fact that it had been quite some time since we enjoyed a Sunday like that didn't escape us. Most of our weekends up until recently have been nothing but wedding related errands and household chores. Although we have less than a month until the wedding and the chores never end, we agreed it was nice to take a break and do something mindless that's become a tradition over the years. We just enjoyed one another's company, and it felt really good. I don't intend to give this up.
We always talk about how one day, our future kids will be right there with us, cheering for our team and enjoying family time. I do see this picture as a bit of a conundrum, because I want to always feed my body healthy foods and get outside and off the couch. I want to set a good example for my kids, and to make sure they are doing the same. But traditions and quality time are just as important to me, so I guess it will always come down to a healthy balance. Come to think of it, it always has. I am doing my best to take care of my body and to enjoy my life to the fullest. I don't want to throw away any progress I've made or risk doing so in the future, but I also don't want to deny myself the good times and memories that come with football Sundays. If I'm careful throughout the week, I don't see any reason why I would have to. Football season may just turn into a new incentive for me to try harder. So cheers to wings and beer. Go Packers!
Published On: September 20, 2010