Reformed Fast Food Queen

Published by Just Add Sprinkles

When I was barely 20, single, and living on my own I was the fast food Queen. Everything in my life was fast, and food, and unhealthy. I worked as a fast food restaurant manager and worked an average of 70 hours a week. Yup, you heard right, 70 hours a week on AVERAGE!?! Yes, you can call me crazy. I have always loved cooking and baking and helping my mom in the kitchen, but there was something about going home after my average 13 hour day (from cooking and serving other people mind you) and cooking a meal for one that was just wasn’t appetizing. If you had opened my fridge, you would have found my Britta pitcher (usually not even full) and maybe some salsa and a jar of jam. Terrible, I know, go ahead and judge.

fast food crew working

My typical day started at the dreaded 5:45 A.M., and I was out the door by 6:15 for my 30-45 minute commute. I would arrive at work a little before 7:00 and do all of the morning prep. By 10:00 AM everything was complete, and it was lunch time. Nothing was faster or better than a burger and fries that I cooked myself (insert the sarcasm here). I wouldn’t usually eat again until I was finally on my way home, around 8 or 9:00 P.M. I would swing into a drive-thru, being careful to not choose last night’s choice so that I would not be recognized by the cashier (here’s your sign #1).

friends in fast food

When I got home I would put on my stretchy pants (seriously, what’s better than stretchy pants ever?), put on a movie (usually a romcom so I could laugh at myself crying), kick my feet up, and dig in (mmm grease… the only actual ingredient I know I was eating). Oh the life of a single, no-time-for-friends young adult. Later I brushed my teeth (no, the greasiness didn’t replace the brushing), turn in for a good night’s (5 hours) rest, and do it all over again the next morning. This was my life. And the worst part is, I thought it was pretty normal (here’s your sign #2). I took Sundays off and attended church to reboot myself spiritually and attempt to meet people my same age. They always had fun things going on outside of church, and I was always invited, but seemed to always be working (here’s your sign #3). The crazy part of all of this, I didn’t gain weight (most likely because at work I was constantly moving at a quick pace for 13 hours a day… definitely burning more calories than I was consuming, but destroying my insides when I did finally eat).

fast food crew

After several years, a job change (yes, still in food, but this time fast casual and SALADS), and the dreaded weight gain, I met the love of my life! I knew I had to learn to love my kitchen. I wanted to love my kitchen, myself, and be a great wife. I started making changes to make my kitchen look like a happier place.

bride and groom

Now, I LOVE my kitchen and yes, all caps is necessary. I love to experiment and prepare fun, colorful, healthy meals for my husband and myself. Looking back, I should have loved my kitchen then. Maybe I would have had a better lifestyle, instead of paying for the lack of it now. There were so many signs that the lifestyle wasn’t for me. Now I am making changes! I love to see what other people have done to change their lifestyles for the better. One of my fav blogs is She has overcome different challenges and has done it without taking the fun out of the kitchen.