I have been arguing with myself for a few weeks now. I've managed, so far, to keep the discussion in my head, so as not to sound like The Crazy Lady who Fights with Herself. In any case, it's really a losing battle. Either way it goes, I'm hearing voices or talking to myself. I lose.
Finally, after much debate and a mental pros/cons list, I blurted it out to my husband a few days ago:
My motivation for this possibly crazy-making plan is twofold:
Fold One: It is, generally, a better idea to eat food that is prepared in your own home. Whether it's an all-organic, gluten-free, dairy-free home-cooked meal (Holy Hyphenation, Bat-man!) or it's frozen deliciousness from a bag, so long as you don't indulge in a steady diet of Cheetos and Dr. Thunder, house-prepared food is just... better. Right? Healthier, yes. Cheaper, too.
|Not fast food, but DANG that looks delicious/disgusting.|
Which brings me to...
Fold Two: The Cheapness. On average, our family buys out-of-home food, I'd say, 5 times a week. (That's not a real average- I just made that number up. Some weeks we buy out-of-home food thrice, some weeks, it's more like ten times.)
Here's how my spending usually goes:
Monday: Medium Diet Coke from McDonald's. Maybe a few hashbrowns if the girls notice we're in the drive-through line.
Tuesday: Stop by my once-a-week place of employment, pick up lunch and charge it to my house account.
Wednesday: Happy Hour at Sonic after school!
Thursday: I don't feel like fixing lunch, let's just grab more McD's.
Friday: Celebratory "It's Friday" lunch at Chick-Fil-A.
Saturday night: If there's money left over from
all the gorgingpaying bills, our family might go out to eat.
Sunday: Extended family time at Pizza Inn, courtesy of the my husband's grandmother.
That list just grossed me out. It's a fairly typical schedule. And that's not including the nights during the week when neither Jeremy nor I can
I don't want to add up either the cost of all the gluttony or the calories consumed.
So, I'm thinking, just as an experiment in willpower, budgeting, and healthy choice-making, that I'm going to refrain from fast food joints and semi-fine dining establishments for the month of September.
*huff, puff, stomp*
I know. I'm already having an internal dialogue, pre-rationalizing my imminent failure.
The only caveats? My mother-in-love and I have reservations at Chick-Fil-A one morning early in September. Reservations, y'all. For a free chicken biscuit. I can't say no to that.
Also, the weekly family gathering at Pizza Inn. Much as I'd rather bow out and spend that precious Sunday afternoon time curled up in my bed... I really like seeing my extended family on a regular basis. So I'm gonna go. And I'll probably eat some of that dadgum delicious cheesebread. But, not a lot, ok?
No popping by the restaurant for freeish food. No waiting in line for carbonated, caffeinated ambrosia. Not a single French fried potato if it isn't fried Frenchly in my own home.
This is gonna suck/rock.
What about you? Have you ever willingly/begrudgingly given up something near and dear to your