Obviously, you can tell from my previous post: I like food. This is not an appreciation for Mcdonalds post. This is a pledge to stop eating this crap and to stop feeding it to my son, who doesn't have a say yet in what I feed him, therefore I have been unintentionally putting his health (and my own) at risk. I know, I know - I sound like a psychopath on a rampage. Helicopter mum alert! To quote my food savvy/slighty cray cray Aunt Amanda: "There is a little bit of cancer in everything". Though that may be true, it wasn't until I started "investigating" what was really in these delicious "chicken" like nuggets that Noah can't seem to get enough of. First of all, if you like Mcdonalds and you wanna eat it.. Stop reading this post right now and go back to what you were doing. It is currently the law in NZ to have the ingredients of food available for any customer purchasing food for sale (I say currently because the TPPA could change this law). Thank god that this is the case because otherwise we wouldn't feed Noah almost anything from a supermarket here (excluding the obvious fruit,veg,meat). I looked up the NZ maccas ingredients out of curiosity and this is some of what I found: 1. I'm not an expert or anything but a chicken nugget does NOT need 18 ingredients. Included in these is Sodium Aluminium Phosphate otherwise called "raising agent 541". So.. if you think that doesn't sound like a food and It sounds more like something from a science lab; you'd be right. Aluminium impairs our body's ability to absorb calcium so that doesn't sound too ideal for a family that doesn't eat dairy products as we're already limiting our calcium intake. Why can't you just make a chicken nugget out of chicken....? Seems a bit suspicious to me. 2. Can you guess how many different types of sugar that the sweet and sour sauce contains? 1? 2? ... Try 9. NINE. Why do you need that much sugar in a sauce. No wonder Noah is acting like a crack addict after eating this. High fructose corn syrup? More like High indigestion, hyperactivity and diabetes! 3. This is the ingredients of my husbands favourite burger.. Why does a bun need more than 12 ingredients.. Last time I checked bread was made of flour, water, salt and yeast. Instead they've added all that plus an arm, a leg, a tree, old mcdonalds farm, a tyre and an african witch doctor. How are you gunna have this much shit in a burger? I can make one at home with actual beef mince, lettuce and some REAL buns. You know, the ones made of flour... not potassium iodate (found in their salt) and god knows what else. EW. 4. If you haven't heard of Aspartame its found in diet coke and other fizzy drinks, cereals, tea, bakery goods, jams, puree, chewing gums, chewable "vitamins" and thousands of other things. Theres a big hoorah about it in the states because lots of people want it banned. It makes up a lot of complaints to the FDA (The food and drug administration) who regulate food safety and a whole heap of other important stuff like pharmaceuticals ect. Its used as a flavour enhancer and is linked to heaps of nasty health problems including cancer, asthma, nausea, depressions, hyperactivity, vertigo, memory loss, blindness and seizures. What the F? Most relevant to me, its mainly known to cause migraine headaches which I have suffered from since I was little. I can't believe this stuff is actually allowed to be sold in a supermarket. It sounds more like something you'd poison your crazy wife with.
I'm not trying to start an anti-mcdonalds revolution or anything because aint nobody got time for that, I'm just publicly pledging (so you can shame me if I get caught slipping lol) to stop eating food with numbers and start trying to eat actual food. Following my recent health situation and having to have surgery, being sick four times this year already and constantly battling a cold I'm tired of this shit. My kids deserve better and so do we. Its scary to think that we've been eating this stuff for ages! I got the ingredients list of the NZ mcdonalds website - I swear I'm not making this shit up. If you'd like to use the website we use to cross check additives that are safe/suspicious/ones to absolutely avoid then head to Thetrustedtrolley.com.au . I started to check a few numbers when we found out about Noah's allergies because there are more than 100+ names for dairy products or products containing cows milk or derived from cows milk and this was before we added egg to the AVOID list. I'm not a doctor or anything close to but does anyone think that the food we now eat has contributed to the illnesses we now see starting to become a problem? More food allergies? Asthma? Eczema? It would be interesting to know more.
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Being a natural size 12/14/16 most of my adult life, I struggle with any weight gain. Its a personal struggle for so many people. Not just me. So I have an ass, big boobs and some baby-carrying hips...sue me. When I go clothes shopping, I've had to go up a size because of this asset. Pun intended. You get so many conflicting arguments about having the "right" type of body. One end of the scale is bone thin and the other is morbid obesity (think Tess Munster but less glamorous). There is a million and one fitspo pages and even more pages with advice on how to become a lean, mean, fighting machine. I'm tired of the gym selfies. I literally cannot take another. I don't give a flying f*ck about you sweating in all your cracks and crevices. If I tried to do that, my thighs might start a fire. Thats your journey and not mine and thats cool but I like food. When did food become the enemy? Why is it such a crime to eat a greasy, fatty, deliciously sinful meal and feel bad about it?
I've spent so much time in changing rooms, looking in mirrors, looking at my body and thinking "Why can't I have smaller _______"? "If only I could fit into a size ___"? Then you get other peoples comments like "Should you really eat that"? "Omg, you can't have two desserts!" Well, I don't need that kind of negativity in my life. Pass the bloody dessert over here and close your eyes. I like curves. I feel like that is my idea of a woman. Curves. A little confidence goes a long way too but hey.. lets not get crazy. I'm just working with what I've got at the moment. My tool box has a whole lot of curves and a little bit of sass and some really tight jeans that kind of hurt my stomach when I do them up. HA! Personally, I have struggled with this video and with my wedding photos for a bit. I am guilty of body shaming myself and I'm tired of being so critical. I hate the fact that my body changed so much with childbirth. We can't all be Miranda Kerr and have a size 8/flat stomach/abs/perfect hair straight after pushing a watermelon out of our vag's. Carrying children is tough, it takes a toll on everything. Your weight, skin, hair and your body shape. A blob IS a shape with curves but not the IDEAL shape is it..? My stomach stretch marks look like Edward Cullen tried to eat me from the inside.. out. My boobs might have gone a little more south than I had intended, but thats why you invest in push up bra's. The ones with extra zazz. Shot breastfeeding! The best thing for your babes.. Not so much for your Pamela Anderson's. Anyway, I don't have permission to put the whole video on because Tonga is camera shy and he might try to assassinate me if I did, so I made a cheesy sneak peek one until I can twist his arm (not literally mum, don't worry). He doesn't even read this blog he just does the husband thing and likes the post to make me think he did. *Don't even try to be funny with a fat joke, my ego might be of medium build but it isn't made of titanium. Its more of a jelly-like substance. Ha ha. I know a lot of people that can relate to body confidence issues and I'm right there with ya. Right there with my block of creamy milk whittakers chocolate and a large pizza, extra cheese. The kids are sleeping so that is why I'm blogging twice in two days, WOW I know. Until next time, S x **I think everyone knows the story of how Tonga proposed. If you didn't hear it the millionth time I told the story well.. you'll just have to come back and see the full video (pending permission) at a later date. Let me give you small insight into my life. Yesterday I got play dough in my hair, my breakfast was held hostage by a tiny terrorist and I built a series of impressive train tracks so Thomas could rescue the fat controller from an evil plastic car toy. I spend half of my days washing clothes and the rest wondering what my life would be like if I had one of those jobs where I did absolutely nothing of importance, simultaneously becoming richer and richer. It is a very Kardashian-esque dream. When I go out (when I say out, I mean to the supermarket) I’m praying to god (or whoever might be listening in) that my card doesn’t decline and I wont have to gap the scene like a bad bank-heist comedy. My husband works a 45/50+ hour week on a GOOD week. My kids don't sleep a full night and ANY parent that says their kid does is a dirty liar or heavy handed on the baby pamol. Noah still wakes twice a night and my king size bed in NO way near bloody big enough for four people.
A series of life choices (some questionable) has resulted in my being left in a state of flux. I am quite young. A wife and mother, I own my own home and have one high school qualification from year 12. Whaaaaat? Now THAT is the start of a winning cover letter right?.. In high school, I chose to use my powers for evil instead of nerding out and winning over my teachers. I never made concrete plans and avoided deciding on a career-path. Now, if time machines were an option I would take that sucker right back to the start and make some different choices. Who doesn’t wish for do-overs? I spend what little spare time I have writing a blog*. I cook and clean but you probably couldn’t tell by looking at my living room right now. I sing annoyingly chipper children’s songs that should only come from colourfully dressed men in a big, red car. I come from extremely motivated, career driven parents who revel in academia and all the glory a university education brings (how they ended up with me for a daughter- I will never understand). Don’t get me wrong, I long for the days that I can go to university and bring home that beautiful piece of paper but until then.. I really don't know what the future holds. My crystal ball is out of order, but hey? thats cool. When I was first pregnant with Noah, I was young. When I went out in public, shopping.. with family or friends, I used to get this look from people. Its a look that you would know if you have ever judged someone unfairly. Its a look that says "oh, that poor girl". Now that I have two children, I get people saying things like "Oh, what are you going to do with your life now"? "When are you going to get a job"? I'm going to let you in on a little? secret. I choose to be a stay at home mum. I can CHOOSE this because my husband and I can afford to. Being a mother is a full time, 24/7 job. There is no taking time off, no sick days (trust me- you haven't experienced a flu until you have to care for two children while simultaneously drowning in snot and dying a slow and painful death). Don't get me wrong, I'm one of the lucky ones where I have so many people around to help me out. I hate it when people give me that 'I feel sorry for you' look. Hey honey, don't feel sorry for me. I love my life. While most people my age are contemplating what to do, I don't even have time to put shoes with laces on. I'm kept busy by small humans (cute ones) and I love it. I hate being judged and I need to remember myself to stop judging other people. It doesn't matter to me if you wanna be a vegan/nosugar/pescitarian/fruitarian/helicopter/shoeless/braless/breastfeeding until three/finger painting/mcdonalds eating/wine slurping/marathon running/non shaving/shaving/and everything in between- mum. If you aren't a dick, we can totally be friends. I'm making it my personal goal to never give that 'I feel sorry for you' look to anyone else. I'm trying to be a good parent. TRYING being the operative word in that sentence. I've been slack on the posting because I'm a mother. Nuff said. S x |
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