Growing up on Southern cooking you have a tendency to forget healthy substitutes do exist. Anything fried, greasy and otherwise unhealthy for your are the norm. This abundance of artery-clogging food leads to me, looking like the picture to the side. Cottage cheese thighs, a beer gut even though I don’t drink beer- ever and I haven’t seen my feet in years. Ok, I’m exaggerating a tad here, but if I don’t change my eating habits to healthier alternatives, I’ll have to be greased up just to get through a door.




But what is a full-figured gal to do when she lives in an area known for the unhealthy relationship with burgers and fried foods? She gets a divorce. See the dude to the left? He’s history. He has added one too many pounds to my curvy, albeit, sexy figure. Our divorce settlement is simple-I never want to see his zit-covered face, his greasy hair and his promises of a cheap and tasty meal. Nope, no more. I have found myself another lover. Fresh, lean, filling and in one area close to me he’s around until midnight. He won’t let me down. He also gives me a card to fill with stickers each time I visit.


Who is he, you ask? He’s the Subway Fresh Fit Guy, my Prince Charming. No, I do not know what he looks like, but looks are not important. When I go into a Subway, his Royal Court is there, right in front of me, preparing my food to my liking. All I have to say is, “I’d like a 6 inch turkey sub on the cheddar bread, with spicy mustard, provolone cheese, green peppers, and a few banana peppers.” I see the Royal Court wash their hands and prepare my sandwich-no hiding behind a grease-smeared array of metal warmers and lard buckets.


Will I ever look like this picture? Probably not, but since I started eating Subway Fresh Fit sandwiches I can say-I have felt much better. Combined with a sensible diet it can work, not to mention they’re tastier than nasty processed, who knows what kind of meat hamburgers you buy at fast food chains. My lovers have always been food. This time- I found food who loves me back.