September 6th had no real meaning to me until last year. Neither of my girls were born on that day, we didn’t move, or celebrate anything. This year though, we had a big thing to celebrate.
Sept. 6th marked our one year anniversary of not eating fast food, although Terry and I allowed each other one single exception to the rule: I’ll admit that I ate a black taco from Taco Bell, and Terry ate a McDonald’s cheeseburger. The worst part? Neither of us actually enjoyed treating ourselves & we both felt guilty about it.
For us, no fast food was defined like this:
*No McDonald’s, BK, Wendy’s, etc.
*No eating foods that could be cooked at a restaurant in less than 5 minutes
*No deep-fried, artery blocking foods
*Nothing that could not be easily identified as “chicken” or “beef” (because really, if you can’t tell what meat your eating, shouldn’t you stop eating it?!)
We ate at Subway because the food was (mostly) fresh. We did go to a few restaurants. It was nice driving past the long drive-through lines & know that we wouldn’t be sitting in them.
So what has changed in a year?
I’ve lost about 60 pounds since we gave up fast food- not saying that’s the reason why I lost the weight, but its nice knowing that fast food wasn’t in my body for such a long time.
I’ve changed my eating habits- smaller, healthier portions, making better choices when I do go out to eat.
I’ve learned to say no. I don’t need a giant piece of pie heaping with ice cream- the funny part is that I don’t crave those foods as often anymore!
I love knowing that my willpower is getting better, that I don’t have to eat something just because it’s there. I don’t have to eat when I watch TV. When I’m really hungry for no reason, I drink ice water or take a walk.
I’m getting there! 96 pounds lost, 17 to go :)