I started a post and wrote pages of stuff about growing up in the backwoods of Wisconsin. While it was cathartic, it was poorly written and very painful stuff. I'm trying to stay positive here. Maybe some day I can go back, clean it up and see the humor of always being the odd child. Maybe not.
So to my topic. I consider fast food to be a total evil. I haven't eaten any since 1981, shortly after I divorced my first husband. He loved fast food. All of it. Even the obscure fast foods. And I ate it with him. He was just as content with Taco Bell as he was with my home-cooked, from scratch dinners. I was offended, to say the least. I rarely used canned goods and never used boxed or bagged anything in my cooking. Frozen was not often an option. Pasta was about the only product I bought in a bag or box.
Yet I gained weight. 35 lbs. over that 5 year marriage. The fast food got me. Weight Watchers helped for a while, but Weight Watchers started to add their prepared foods to the mix and it was all down hill from there. As the years passed I added more processed foods to my diet. I quit making my own salad dressing, started buying pasta sauces, quit buying fresh produce and bought frozen. My life was so busy that I just ate what was handy rather than take 30 minutes to cook a decent meal. The weight continued to climb. I became the queen of the yo-yo diet and finally gave up all together.
This challenge has definitely improved my life. I cook better, eat better, look better. This is not a diet which has an end, it is a lifestyle for the rest of my life.
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