Fast Food Fern

I am slightly obsessed with junk food.

I’m also slightlyfairly overweight.

These two things may or may not be related, but I’m thinking they probably are.

This pregnancy was my hardest and my heaviest. Again, I’m thinking that’s probably related. One of the big goals I’ve set for myself this year, and before we even consider trying to have a fourth baby is to get healthier, get fitter and drop the pounds that I’ve put on through poor food choices and not working hard enough after each baby. I’ve managed to put on 60lbs since Dan and I first met, going from a Australian size 10-12 to a 14-16 and I really didn’t realise how bad I actually looked until I joined in with a weight loss challenge with my online mum’s group and had to take photos in my underwear.

That’s photos OF me in my underwear, not taking photos whilst wearing just underwear, which would be odd yet exciting all at the same time. I propose a movement towards partially nude photographers.

I have back boobs, my bum is barely small enough to fit into my flesh coloured granny panties and I have bingo arms to rival my Nans. I don’t look, or feel, like a 23 year old.

I’ve been working hard on eating better and eating less since giving birth, and I’ve already lost eight pounds, but I feel the need for a definite challenge.

And this is where the fast food comes in.

I vow to not eat any fast food or takeaway until my 24th birthday, on the 21st of August.

That means no KFC, no takeaway pizza (homemade is allowed), no McDonalds, no kebabs, no Chinese, none of it.

Sushi is allowed, as is going out to a proper sit down restaurant or cafe. But every single meal we eat at home must be homecooked.

Our last pizza was on the 21st of February, making it an even six months without take out. I’m hoping this is long enough to completely put me off the taste of fried food and hopefully get me out of the habit of ordering out when I can’t be bothered to cook.

I also worked out, based on our average weekly spend, that this should save us a little bit over $1,000, which of course will go directly into my Lime Green Sofa Fund.

I am putting this out there in public so I can be held accountable (and also because Dan doesn’t think I can do it, in fact he finds the entire idea of me not eating KFC for six whole months hilarious – which is probably is, but damnit, I’ve promised the internet something now so I have to stick to it.

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