Okay, so I went on vacation for a week. And the week before that was basically shot because I was too busy getting ready to leave.
But this week was my last "hurrah". I ate a lot and drank even more. I came home, weighed myself and was at the highest weight I have EVER weighed. 210 pounds. Ouch. That hurts. Let me just say, I know the number is really different for everyone. Everyone is shocked when they find out that I'm about 200 and even at my very skinniest as an adult, was down to 145 (and looked like my head was too big for my body).
So, I feel like crap. I'm not eating any sugar this week and I'm cooking.
Last night I had tacos again (so easy) and made a taco salad for lunch (FYI - already down to 204 in two days.... gross vacation weight).
Tonight I'm making a thai type dinner that my brother in law taught me. Stay tuned.
Mmmmmmm.......
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Dinner #1: Tacos
Why do I hate cooking?
Here are some points:
-it takes forever
-you have to clean up afterwards, which takes forever
-I don't know what to cook
-I never know if it's healthy
-recipes are long, tedious and contain a bunch of shit I don't own
-do I need to use organic?
-how much sugar content show go in?
-are you allowed to eat carbs late at night?
-how do I know the chicken is cooked all the way through?
-what spices go with what?
-veggies take FOREVER to clean, cut, cook. Oh dear god.
-I get distracted and things always get burned
Cooking to me, is slightly overwhelming. Starting with, what am I going to eat? I don't know how to cook anything? Then you get all nutrional. Thanks, I'll order a pizza. At least it tastes delicious.
I leave my naturopath's office feeling pretty shitty about myself. I know meal planning, crock pot freezer meals, etc., etc isn't going to help. I need to suck it up, and just do it. My naturopath agrees (she's honest. That's what I like about her).
I'm passing one of the best grocery stores on my way home (yes, I am a grocery store snob). I am going to buy the food I only need for tonight. If I try to plan tomorrow night's dinner as well, I'm going to be overwhelmed, end up with food I won't use, it goes bad, I throw it out, which makes me angry, so I stop cooking. That escalates rather quickly, doesn't it?
Tacos. Easy peasy. I have three romano tomatoes at home, as well as half a package of taco seasoning (the healthy, no salt added kind). And cheese.
I get:
-a package of ground beef
-one head of lettace
-a package of taco shells
This takes, five minutes, maybe. Not long. I'm in and out quickly.
I get home. Tacos seems like a big undertaking. The phone rings, and it's my mom. I answer it and put her on speaker phone.
Meat into big pan on stove. I break it up, throw a lid on it, and leave it.
Cut up the three tomatoes. Throw them in a bowl.
Cut up the lettace. I throw what I need for the tacos in one bowl, the rest into two glass containers that will be our lunches tomorrow.
Check beef. Stir it a bit, throw in the seasoning.
Shread cheese.
Microwave taco shells.
Check beef. It's done. Tell mom I've got to go, dinner is ready (you can hear the shock in her voice).
I realize when I hang up the phone, that this has taken me 22 minutes. That's all?? In my head, tacos was easily an hour long meal prep. Granted, I know things get faster the more you do it, and I have done tacos quite a lot in the past, so I'm sure that helps.
But 22 minutes?!
When I'm done eating, I put the rest of the tomotoes and cheese in with the lettuce for lunches. In two seperate glass containers I split the remaining beef. Tomorrow for lunch we can both heat up the meat, dump it on the salads.
Holy crap. I'm feeling pretty proud of myself.
Here are some points:
-it takes forever
-you have to clean up afterwards, which takes forever
-I don't know what to cook
-I never know if it's healthy
-recipes are long, tedious and contain a bunch of shit I don't own
-do I need to use organic?
-how much sugar content show go in?
-are you allowed to eat carbs late at night?
-how do I know the chicken is cooked all the way through?
-what spices go with what?
-veggies take FOREVER to clean, cut, cook. Oh dear god.
-I get distracted and things always get burned
Cooking to me, is slightly overwhelming. Starting with, what am I going to eat? I don't know how to cook anything? Then you get all nutrional. Thanks, I'll order a pizza. At least it tastes delicious.
I leave my naturopath's office feeling pretty shitty about myself. I know meal planning, crock pot freezer meals, etc., etc isn't going to help. I need to suck it up, and just do it. My naturopath agrees (she's honest. That's what I like about her).
I'm passing one of the best grocery stores on my way home (yes, I am a grocery store snob). I am going to buy the food I only need for tonight. If I try to plan tomorrow night's dinner as well, I'm going to be overwhelmed, end up with food I won't use, it goes bad, I throw it out, which makes me angry, so I stop cooking. That escalates rather quickly, doesn't it?
Tacos. Easy peasy. I have three romano tomatoes at home, as well as half a package of taco seasoning (the healthy, no salt added kind). And cheese.
I get:
-a package of ground beef
-one head of lettace
-a package of taco shells
This takes, five minutes, maybe. Not long. I'm in and out quickly.
I get home. Tacos seems like a big undertaking. The phone rings, and it's my mom. I answer it and put her on speaker phone.
Meat into big pan on stove. I break it up, throw a lid on it, and leave it.
Cut up the three tomatoes. Throw them in a bowl.
Cut up the lettace. I throw what I need for the tacos in one bowl, the rest into two glass containers that will be our lunches tomorrow.
Check beef. Stir it a bit, throw in the seasoning.
Shread cheese.
Microwave taco shells.
Check beef. It's done. Tell mom I've got to go, dinner is ready (you can hear the shock in her voice).
I realize when I hang up the phone, that this has taken me 22 minutes. That's all?? In my head, tacos was easily an hour long meal prep. Granted, I know things get faster the more you do it, and I have done tacos quite a lot in the past, so I'm sure that helps.
But 22 minutes?!
When I'm done eating, I put the rest of the tomotoes and cheese in with the lettuce for lunches. In two seperate glass containers I split the remaining beef. Tomorrow for lunch we can both heat up the meat, dump it on the salads.
Holy crap. I'm feeling pretty proud of myself.
A Wake Up Call
I'm at my naturopath's office. She's awesome, and I really like her. I've gone to her for years and she's helped me through many things in my life.
She knows this about me: I'm a perfectionist, and this holds me back from attempting to do some things, because gosh darn it, if you're not going to do it perfect, what the hell is the point of trying? (No, seriously. I still don't get it).
She also knows I'm currently overweight. She has seen me overweight, and skinny, and overweight, and "normal". And back to overweight.
Doc: What aren't you doing that needs to get done in your life?
Me: Cooking.
Doc: What do you eat?
Me: I eat out. Or stuff from the grocery store that can be microwaved.
Doc: How many days a week are we talking about here?
Me: (slightly sheepish) 6.
My naturopath and I have been through a lot together. I tell her about my BM's, for goodness sakes (if you don't know what BM stands for, you probably don't want to know because you likely don't discuss yours with other people). Not once have I ever said anything that really has shocked her. She's always calm, cool and collected.
Not this time.
I get a bit of a lecture, to say the least, about cooking. I am fine with this, because I need to hear it. She discusses options.
Meal planning - hate it, hate it, hate it. Mainly because I hate going to the grocery store.
Crock pot meals - I've got a freezer full of them, just too lazy to pull them out
Nutritionist to hold me accountable - hmmm. Interesting. This could be a good option.
She introduces me to her nutritionist who is very nice (and skinny). I say, give me a month or two to see what I can do. If I'm still not doing anything, I'll come back.
Welcome to my month or two.
She knows this about me: I'm a perfectionist, and this holds me back from attempting to do some things, because gosh darn it, if you're not going to do it perfect, what the hell is the point of trying? (No, seriously. I still don't get it).
She also knows I'm currently overweight. She has seen me overweight, and skinny, and overweight, and "normal". And back to overweight.
Doc: What aren't you doing that needs to get done in your life?
Me: Cooking.
Doc: What do you eat?
Me: I eat out. Or stuff from the grocery store that can be microwaved.
Doc: How many days a week are we talking about here?
Me: (slightly sheepish) 6.
My naturopath and I have been through a lot together. I tell her about my BM's, for goodness sakes (if you don't know what BM stands for, you probably don't want to know because you likely don't discuss yours with other people). Not once have I ever said anything that really has shocked her. She's always calm, cool and collected.
Not this time.
I get a bit of a lecture, to say the least, about cooking. I am fine with this, because I need to hear it. She discusses options.
Meal planning - hate it, hate it, hate it. Mainly because I hate going to the grocery store.
Crock pot meals - I've got a freezer full of them, just too lazy to pull them out
Nutritionist to hold me accountable - hmmm. Interesting. This could be a good option.
She introduces me to her nutritionist who is very nice (and skinny). I say, give me a month or two to see what I can do. If I'm still not doing anything, I'll come back.
Welcome to my month or two.
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