As I munch on 100 calorie popcorn and wonder about dinner, the telltale signs of fatigue are setting in. After the first big burst of 10-15 lbs we are fighting to keep it off. I eye the treadmill every day but haven’t climbed on. I do dust it, though.
I’m not gonna lie. The new food that I want to have tons of flavor and fun to eat takes more time and research to put the meal together. And those lazy dieters just blew it off all weekend, so here is Tuesday with no plan and the need for meals from scratch.
Low Everything meals don’t speed from idea to execution. Last night’s dinner was an impromptu toss up chicken breast marinated and baked with Mediterranean spices, balsamic vinegar, and served with a side salad and whipped squash. Bleh. I am clearly not ready for a shoot-from-the-hip impromptu menu yet.
I'm kind of missing the old days of opening a can of chili, tossing in a cup of cooked pasta and serving with a side of greens in under 15 minutes, except for the indigestion.
The kitchen is a happy space with the four-legged taste testers trailing around waiting for a carrot or a crust of bread. It is their job. They take it seriously. We have a checkerboard floor.
The Hubs makes his rounds to see where the good smells are coming from. He’s interested in seasonings and flavors, and we build recipes together. He likes to cook but having the menu set is key to keeping with it. Don’t get me wrong, we are moving forward with the new food groups. It’s just using new muscles with an already busy life.
I don’t know why we didn’t carve out time to shop for ingredients for the week, or slice up baked turkey for sandwiches. We had time to make salads and marinate meat for the fridge and plan out the week. I played around with bread instead, and created a tasty omelet.
Maybe it’s the death knoll of diets ~ not being organized. When the enthusiasm starts to wane and gives way to old habits because it’s convenient and you know all the shortcuts, and you talk yourself into believing one night won’t hurt.
Even with the Hubs' surgery, and believing wholly that what we eat is a matter of life and death, it's still hard! I truly believe we don’t have a choice if we are going to walk the walk ... and I think prepping is the key so the weekdays and busy weekend meals go together in a breeze. So tonight I’ll invest a little time to make it quick and convenient. Maybe even spend half an hour on the treadmill, you know, for solidarity. Maybe.
Low Everything meals don’t speed from idea to execution. Last night’s dinner was an impromptu toss up chicken breast marinated and baked with Mediterranean spices, balsamic vinegar, and served with a side salad and whipped squash. Bleh. I am clearly not ready for a shoot-from-the-hip impromptu menu yet.
I'm kind of missing the old days of opening a can of chili, tossing in a cup of cooked pasta and serving with a side of greens in under 15 minutes, except for the indigestion.
The kitchen is a happy space with the four-legged taste testers trailing around waiting for a carrot or a crust of bread. It is their job. They take it seriously. We have a checkerboard floor. The Hubs makes his rounds to see where the good smells are coming from. He’s interested in seasonings and flavors, and we build recipes together. He likes to cook but having the menu set is key to keeping with it. Don’t get me wrong, we are moving forward with the new food groups. It’s just using new muscles with an already busy life.
I don’t know why we didn’t carve out time to shop for ingredients for the week, or slice up baked turkey for sandwiches. We had time to make salads and marinate meat for the fridge and plan out the week. I played around with bread instead, and created a tasty omelet.
Maybe it’s the death knoll of diets ~ not being organized. When the enthusiasm starts to wane and gives way to old habits because it’s convenient and you know all the shortcuts, and you talk yourself into believing one night won’t hurt.
Even with the Hubs' surgery, and believing wholly that what we eat is a matter of life and death, it's still hard! I truly believe we don’t have a choice if we are going to walk the walk ... and I think prepping is the key so the weekdays and busy weekend meals go together in a breeze. So tonight I’ll invest a little time to make it quick and convenient. Maybe even spend half an hour on the treadmill, you know, for solidarity. Maybe.
