Back to this weekend. We were crazy busy, as we always are, and I was so unprepared with food. Friday morning the nerves started creeping in, but I kept it together, ate healthy, and allowed myself a cheat of pie and ice cream for dessert. I figured that would be enough to keep me happy through the weekend. Ha! What a fool I was. Saturday Reese officially started cheer, and we spent all day out at a football field in a town over an hour away. What I should have done was spend Friday evening prepping chicken, turkey and salad and packed myself a really healthy day. What I actually did was have two coffees, skip eating and then go over to friends house for a BBQ and eat all of the chips and salsa that I could get my hands on. Obviously, that went terribly for me. On the upside, Reese might be the cutest cheerleader ever. Here's a picture of her squad, clearly I make children that don't grow.
(Yes, that is her in the center.)
Sunday was no less chaotic. Cam had BMX all morning, and then we had to head to the grocery store so that we could do little things, like eat this week. I started my day off with a coffee, skipped breakfast and then went to Panera for lunch. I don't need to go into the details about how dinner was also a diet flop.
One huge thing that happened on Sunday night was a drinking opportunity. I took August off of booze with my sister and a few girlfriends, and almost everyone hasn't made it. I mean, we're 11 days in and I'm pretty sure only two of us have abstained from having a drink. So, my nerves are frayed, I've been busy all weekend, and Sunday night I get to my mother in law's house and find one of my favorite bottles of wine in her fridge. I decide to just go for it. One glass, and I'll be done. I open it up, pour my sister in law and brother in law's girlfriend a glass, and one for myself. I sit there and look at it, and in that moment I decided that it wasn't worth it. I made a commitment to friends, and most importantly, to myself that I was going to take this month and have no booze all of the way through. It felt like such a huge win.
And this brings us to today, I'm letting go of all of the fails this weekend and I'm getting back on track. Yesterday I bought a bunch of good stuff, meal prepped and set myself up for success this week.
Ground turkey might be the key to everything. Cook it up, season it well and eat it on everything. It has TONS of lean protein, no carbs and low fat. I could go on and on, but we will just leave it at that for now.
This week for dinner we are keeping it super simple. I need to start freezer cooking so that I can have some sort of a meal plan for after surgery, so I want to try out a few recipes for taste this week, and then if they're good freeze them over the weekend.
Monday: Honey Apricot Chicken. (This one is a freezer cooking test)
Tuesday: Chicken Tacos.
Wednesday: Rotisserie Chicken
Thursday: Chicken Stir Fry
Friday: Pizza. So unique, I know.
This much chicken makes me wish that I liked fish.
Oh my gosh. The funniest Camden conversation happened with Camden this weekend. He is such a sassy little thing! He asked for an apple, and we gave it to him, and he ate a few bites and wanted to switch to chips. Well, this homie don't play that way, and we do not waste food. You take it, you eat it. Obviously I refused to let him switch snacks, which then led to this conversation:
Camden: "Well I'm gonna call 991 and tell them that I don't even have any parents."
Me: "Well then the police will put you in jail for lying to them."
Camden: "Well then I would be freaking scared!"
I was CRACKING UP after that conversation. Oh, and before you wonder, yes, we talked about how freaking scared is not an appropriate thing for a five year old to say. He then told me that it was because it's how he would feel. Sassy I tell you.
p.s. I totally forgot to mention this, but I am rocking getting dressed every day! AND, I'm still not pregnant! #winning
p.s.s. The pregnant thing is a joke, because if you watched Desperate Housewives, Lynette got pregnant.
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