MY fast food challenge is nearly over and I cannot wait until Monday morning.

I have grown more and more tired as each day has passed this week, struggling to keep my eyes open before I’ve even got home from work.

Yesterday afternoon was a case in point, as I did my best Homer Simpson impression.

Devouring a burger, double cheeseburger, large fries and sugary doughnut, all that was missing from this scene was a maternity dress and a small wooden bird to tap my keyboard for me!

Eating uninspiring junk food all day, every day has left me fantasising about a good home cooked dinner, fruit and even exercise.

Chances are when the first opportunity comes I will do my body even more harm – downing bucketloads of fruit smoothies packed full of sugar.

And I’ll definitely need at least one jug of cream to accompany the punnet of strawberries I intend to buy on Monday night!

But I can’t wait to get some of my energy back because it has been seeping away from me with every mouthful of processed meat, salty fries and melted cheese.

Pizzas, burgers, chips, sausages, bacon and eggs… it’s all become distinctly unappealing – replaced by sweet dreams of bananas, salad and a few lengths of the JJB swimming pool.

Before all that though I have to make a return trip to the hospital and subject myself to giving some more blood samples.

Nevertheless, I’m determined to go out in a blaze of glory.

And my old friend the Colonel could be just the man to help me fulfill this pledge.

I sense a Sunday night family bucket bonanza!