I love ‘How I Met Your Mother’. Dave and I were watching an old episode the other night that has resulted in an unfortunate nickname for me. On it, they were watching a cheesy movie in which the awful main character kept using the line “No Can Doosville, Baby Doll”, anytime he didn’t want to do whatever was being requested of him by his fiance. This made me laugh every last time, which has made Dave begin saying it to me on an hourly basis.
It has since been shortened just to “Baby Doll”. Ewwwwww. I am not a “Baby Doll” kind of girl. I’m not sure I can think of any off-hand, either, outside of maybe a random Kardashian. We are now caught in a vicious cycle, though, because every time he says it, I still laugh, which just perpetuates the problem (I never claimed to have a sophistcated sense of humor). My fear is that it will “stick”, and eventually I will no longer laugh, but just respond to it, because by that point my name will officially be Baby Doll. That will be the day the music dies for me.
Isn’t that how so many bad habits start – it’s fun/funny, and then it becomes routine enough so you don’t even remember why you do it anymore? I think that can happen with our eating habits, too. We fill our grocery cart up with the same things for no other reason than you finished the last box you had of it. It may no longer bring you joy, it may not nourish you, but there is an empty space for it in your cabinet, so you need to get it, for goodness sake!
Why not try something new? Challenge yourself to fill those spaces with new flavors, textures and nutrients. Instead of peanut butter, try almond butter. Instead of olive oil, try coconut oil. Instead of rice, try quinoa. I’m not talking earth-shattering stuff here, people. Just subtle enough changes so you might be encouraged to make bigger, bolder changes.
And that is something you Can Doosville, Baby Dolls!