I’m In Love With Your Body Everyday Discovering Something Brand New I’m In Love With The Shape Of You

So yep I’ve lost weight. I successfully completed one week of my new eating style and lost about 6 lbs so not too shabby if I do say so. To keep it real, it wasn’t as difficult as I always assumed it would be. The food was there every day so there was minimal (zero) effort in deciding what I was going to eat everyday, in fact it’s been easier this last week doing my “meal prep” than ever before because it’s all ready to go for me and written out so I literally just read the menu that I stuck on my fridge each morning, grab those items for the day to shove in my purse and off I go. Super simple.

I told myself at the start of this “diet” to at least try one week, and then go from there. And by try,  I mean try hard, like fully dedicate myself to it. So when I found myself scooping my kids homemade ice cream, where normally I would lick the spoon, this time I didn’t even do that. Or like yesterday was July 11th and so all our local 7/11’s were giving away free Slurpee’s so I took my kids to get one, but didn’t get one for myself. I’ve also had to turn down my boss when he would continually bring in breakfast sandwiches for us in the morning which is a habit he’s gotten into lately.

Another thing I totally didn’t plan for is how I would handle my kids. Great mom moment hey, not remembering my kids.  But now that all my meals are taken care of, I have really started slacking on the meal prep for them. I have on the other hand though, been using it as an opportunity to teach my kids how to be a little more self-sufficient in the kitchen, with just simple kid friendly foods. So far little E has mastered fried egg sandwiches, good ol’ mac and cheese, your standard peanut butter and jam, and practiced slicing veggies like cucumber and pepper, among a few other things. He also packs his own lunches every day as one of his chores, although he did that before.  Z has even poured her own cereal in the morning a few times with more of it in the bowl than on the table/floor so that’s always a bonus!  I just explained to them that I will be eating different food for the next little while, but that we can still all eat together. Little E is very understanding and totally cool with whatever. Z doesn’t quite understand the whole premise which I get, it’s a little above her grasp (being only 3 years old), so if she wants some of my food or something, I’ve just been looking for an item that is similar in our cupboards and let her eat that, or let her have a couple bites of mine, no biggie.

Holy cow, our cupboards… We’re going to have so much food that will be unusable soon! I didn’t plan it out well, timing wise.  I definitely should have started a week later or something, so then I could have used up all the food in my pantry before moving on! My kids only eat so much and I’m sure soon things will start expiring if they aren’t used up. So now I’m not eating anything not on my menu from Jenny, and my kids.. well they are kids so they’re appetites are small. I’ll probably call up my sister or some friends tonight to see if they want some free food!

But, outside of those tiny inconveniences, things have been running smoothly. As I said, I’ve lost just over 6 lbs, which is a win in my eyes, so I will dedicate myself to stay on it for the remainder of July and reassess then.

Yay me.


-Ed Sheeran/Shape Of You-

 

Because He Loves You Cheeseburger With All His Heart

This morning little E asked if he could make pancakes for himself and Z for breakfast. I figured no big deal, I had bought some frozen pre-made (fancy I know) pancakes a few weeks ago and they hadn’t had a chance to eat them yet. So since Eli normally makes the two of them breakfast he set about popping “them” into the toaster.

A few minutes later he called up asking for some help, saying he thought something was wrong. So I went downstairs and as I was walking down the stairs it smelt like someone was BBQing in my house. Eli said he couldn’t find the pancakes but found some “other round things” and toasted them instead.

Turns out he had put 4 frozen hamburger patties in the toaster.

Oh. My. God.

My toaster was a disaster. The meat had started to melt into the wires inside the toaster, while the rest of the patties remained frozen, it was nasty to say the least. I pulled out the patties, and told Eli that it was a mistake, but not the end of the world and that they would have to have cereal today until I had a chance to clean the toaster… or buy a new one cause it’s disgusting!

But it made me think about how we learn from our mistakes. At least we should learn from our mistakes. Because the truth is that we will all make copious amount of silly naive decisions in our lives, but the key is we learn from them. Hopefully. Thinking about this morning, I for one am going to stop using so many unmarked Ziploc bags in my freezer. It may not have been me directly who put the hamburgers in the toaster, but I could have contributed to the problem.

I’m trying to take responsibility for my actions and see what role I play in situations. I’ve learned that placing blame never helps anybody and just leads to more confrontation, back and forth, and basically explodes any situation that could be simple and calm into full-blown arguments if no-one will admit fault.

So today I’ve been thinking about “arguments” in my life that I could’ve handled better. Normally I see my faults, and admit it quickly, but I also can hurt people in the process of pointing out their flaws. Mainly because I say it like it is and don’t see the point of sugar-coating it. I guess could learn to be kinder. Some people still like to see themselves as perfect, and showing them their imperfections is hardly enjoyable to them, or anyone, myself included. But also I could learn to keep my mouth shut and let people make these self discoveries on their own.

Some people left to their own devices can be a dangerous thing and might not ever realize they are “wrong”, although it’s not up to me to save the world lol.


–Veggietales/His Cheesburger-

Do You Like The Taste, Stuff It In Your Face, It’s Not Nice To Waste.

Tuna Casserole is THEEE most disgusting meal known to mankind. I’ve eaten a lot of “different” foods in my life, but still to this day I have a huge hatred towards tuna casserole… or what was passed off as casserole while I was living in Namibia.

Since the orphanage operated off donations and volunteers, funds were tight and meals were far from glamorous to say the least. The meal schedule was repeated on a weekly basis and every Wednesday for lunch was supposed to be tuna casserole, but what was served in those well used metal bowls was so far from anything recognizable its pathetic. The volunteer who was “cooking” while I was there (bless her heart) sucked at her job. She was a wonderful girl from the Netherlands and honestly tried her best, but the slop she produced on Wednesday at lunch led me to a weekly fast. Like for real, how is it possible to destroy something so hard it was no longer recognizable? The noodles were way overcooked and mashed to a pulp, and I didn’t know that much salt existed in the world. Also, who in the world puts a whole jar of MUSTARD in tuna casserole? Like for real? Needless to say, I have avoided anything that might remotely resemble tuna casserole since.

While there, I also ate Boa Constrictor for the first time. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t the first time, it was the only time. My good Aussie friend F, took me out to a fancy meal in downtown Windhoek one of my last nights there, and we did it up Namibian style. Ordered all the best local cuisine, which of course consisted of Boa. Delicious. OK you know how people relate most new foods to chicken? Legit. Boa tastes like chicken, but even better if possible. Think pure tender meat, no fat, mouth-watering amazingness. Like chicken on steroids….Or chicken unaffected by steroids, your choice.

Not delicious though? Chicken in Kenya. Now hear me out, sometimes it was pretty standard, everyday chicken right. But, sometimes, I was invited into someone’s house for tea or a visit, and they would insist I stay to eat. Then, unbeknownst to me, they would slaughter a hen fresh from the yard, and cook it on the spot for me. This was to show how much they appreciated me being a visitor in their home, and how much they respect me. OK, I totally value that, and I’m 100% thankful for their act of appreciation. What I wasn’t so thankful for? The fact that when they cook the chicken, they normally boil it complete with head/feet as well, then when they serve it up, they would insist that I get those two pieces. Wow, thanks? Here I am just wanting a good ol fashioned chicken breast please. Give me the dry chewy chicken with ugali and sukuma wiki and I’ll be fine. But nope, they want to serve me “most desirable” head and feet. And I don’t even know where to start. Seriously? Is there even actual edible meat on the feet? And don’t get me started on the head. There’s two damn eyes and a beak on that thing! Nope. I couldn’t do it. No matter how many times I was served that “fresh chicken” I couldn’t bring myself to put those portions in my mouth. I would end up slipping it to a kid standing nearby, waiting with bated breath. They were always so excited to get the coveted item they would quickly sneak it outside and I knew they wouldn’t rat me out, since they got to enjoy it. So at least it was off my plate, I didn’t have to eat it, yet someone enjoyed it, I figured it was a win win situation right?

Another disgusting Kenyan cuisine? Goat. I just gagged a little in my mouth. Every time goat was served I just wanted a simple plain old piece of bread instead. But NOOOOO. I was apparently super lucky to be having goat, and I should savour every bite. My first time trying it was Christmas 2010. E, little E and I took the 12 hour bus ride on the literal worst roads in history of roads and arrived at my in-laws to celebrate the holiday. It was also my first time meeting many of my in-laws so that was stressful in and of itself, but focusing on the food… E’s family and friends came from all over the country to celebrate with us since many wanted to meet myself and little E. It was decided they would slaughter the goat the morning of the 25th. The WHOLE day, it smelled like goat you couldn’t escape it. First, they roasted some of it. Fine. Then they boiled most of the rest. For hours upon hours, until it didn’t even resemble food any more. Lets just say Kenyans are not really known for their amazing cooking. Like when was the last time you heard anyone say let’s go check out that amazing Kenyan restaurant, I heard its great? Never. Because they don’t exist. But their coffee/tea? Off the charts!

Another thing I tried there was locusts. They were ok I guess. It was mainly about me getting over my fear of sticking a living breathing bug in my mouth and chewing it up, but I did! Yeah me! The kids convinced me they were so delicious, and it was hard not to believe them, since they were running around like crazy trying to catch as many as they could to shove them in their mouths. So I joined in the fun. I caught one of my own and shoved it in live and wiggling, amidst the squeals of delight from all the children. It was so bizarre, how it fluttered around inside my mouth a couple of times before I had the courage to bite down and swallow quickly.

But, at least now I can say I did it. Can say? Is that an achievement? Oh well, I did it. And it tasted a million times better than tuna casserole.


-Alice Cooper/Eat Some More-