The temple of doom A.K.A the drive thru

In the Middle Ages, they had guillotines, stretch racks, whips and chains.  Nowadays, we have a much more effective torture device called the

bathroom scale. 

~Stephen Phillips

Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.  

~Peter De Vries

So with all this exercise and life changing I am trying to wrap my head around, I am now faced with dumping one of my greatest loves and comforts. Food, I love it especially the morsels that I know are bad for me. I do like to eat healthy and do almost every chance. I like to think that I am semi-crunchy with my eating and lifestyle but, I am not immune to the siren song of the drive thru. It's just so easy yell in to a box what you want, pay, eat. Best of all it is all done for you! No dishes, no menu planning, just grab and go. True I do feel guilty after imbibing this rubbish but I continue to do it. I could blame that I have 3 kids, my husband is gone, or just say I need the convenience. Most of the time I just don't want to get my lazy arse in the kitchen. I like many of you am a tired mommy. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to be much more conscious of what I stuff into my mouth. However like most of America I love love love fast food.

In fact I love Mcdonalds breakfast it is one of my weaknesses. Such perfect greasy little mouthfuls of fake egg and cheese. I can't help it!!! I wish my weakness was kryptonite, I can stand that and stay away from it with ease. But, when I have to see the Golden Arches each morning taking my daughter to and from school I can't help but hear this little voice in my head urging me to turn in so that I can have some gross deliciousness. I was able to pass the evil temptress today but I never know how strong I will be tomorrow. I try to always tell myself I am just getting a coffee but one thing leads to another... before you know it I am unhinging my jaw and deep throating a mcmuffin. Sorry for that mental picture.

A lot of my problem (and I am sure many of you moms and busy people can sympathize) is that I don't take the time to eat. By the time I get up at 5:30am nurse the baby, feed and dress the kids, get my self to some semblance of order, and try to skype with the hubs, it's time to go. Then  as I am dropping my eldest off my stomach starts to talk. No it really talks, in its lowest sultry temptress of a voice it cries out for the pleasure of a Mc-biscuit of some sort anything we are so hungry. It has been so bad that I have been guilty of pinching some of my kids goldfish out of their snack cups, just to quiet my hunger.  Since punching myself in the gut to shut the bitch up would be painful and pointless I usually give in to dark side.

But it is going to STOP! I am going to be strong I am going to flip the bird to the Mickey D's that is walking distance from my home. Screw you fast food and all your tastiness! I am going to take a stand to eat better and I hope anyone that wants to will join me!

Day 2: "Walk off the pounds" at home with the 2 year old (bet you wish you could have been a fly on the wall for that one. more like try no to walk on the child).

And because a little Eddie Izzard makes any day better.