More than a week has passed since I checked myself into my own personal kale infested hell. The best way to start is by tackling your biggest challenge, so I started with mine. No, not the donut addiction – cooking. I LOVE to cook. What I do not love is the post cooking clean up process. Instead, like every other busy, on the go, Millennial.. I order out. My bank statements may as well be a food journal. I owe it to myself (and my debit card) to make this high priority. This crucial part of my journey began by taking a trip to Trader Joe’s and buying anything and everything they had. Soyaki anyone?
Aside from the pasta and the ground pork – success!
One of my biggest fails when going food shopping is my tendency to forget what I already have at home. In re-stocking my fridge I realized I was the proud owner of an abundance of celery, tomato, mushroom, and lemons for days. I got to chopping and paused to admire my work. That is obviously more important than putting together a meal.
Cutting fruits & vegetables is not as glamorous as it looks in the after photos.
Between the washing, peeling, cutting, and zip lock packing I barely wanted to boil water, let alone cook dinner. What is something quick and easy to make as the first meal of the night? After looking at the two bottles of Soyaki, soy sauce, and ginger paste sitting in the fridge – pork lettuce wraps with sliced almonds it was. It felt healthy until there were no leftovers.
Note to self: work on portion control in the near future.
The second night was no better, and quite possibly worse. I knew I owed it to myself to get rid of some of the unhealthy stuff lying around. In checking the pantry I stumbled upon some Alfredo sauce and more pasta than I am proud to admit. I whipped up some Pasta with Alfredo sauce, mushrooms, capers, and freshly grated parmesan. There was nothing healthy about it, so I threw a handful of green stuff at it to convince myself it was. ::mental high five:: As I was making progress I made the executive decision to reward myself for the last two days of hard work with some Champagne, because why the hell not?
Probably not the best idea, but I am now 2 bottles of Alfredo, 1 bottle of Champagne, and 1 pack of Pasta less in my household. I did myself a favor. What can I say? I’m a glass half full kinda gal. They say abs are made in the kitchen, but so are mimosas and I am clearly walking a fine line between both worlds.
Orange juice not pictured. Cheers
Join me as I stumble through the world like Bambi trying to not fall off the wagon again, one kale chip at a time.
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