Anyone who has ever dieted has been there. You’re exercising like a banshee, you’re making your body do movements it hasn’t seen in 15 years, you’re living on watercress and freaking lettuce roll ups and after three weeks of this hell, you’ve lost five pounds and you’re still struggling to get into your jeans. What gives?!? So I asked my doctor, “yo doctor, what gives?” (I become philosophical when speaking to my doctor, so try to keep up with the lingo). His answer was simple: the body doesn’t like change.
I have spent years teaching my body that it needs 3,000-5,000 calories a day. And French fries. And nacho cheese. And everything else that shouldn’t pass through my liver. Now I’m changing it up and my body is wondering what the hell happened. I have trained my body to believe that it has to keep me alive by processing this crap in a bowl and now I’m throwing spinach, baby carrots, and zucchini at it and it doesn’t know what to make of it. But it will learn. It has to start over. That’s the price I pay for the abuse I’ve put my body through. Let this be a lesson kiddos. If you live on Mt. Dew and Twizzlers or whatever junk is kiddy crack these days – you will pay the price.
I’m still following the motto “food is medicine.” It is making a huge difference when I make my meal choices. When I’m faced with options such as fried chicken or oriental chicken salad…I take that salad because my body needs the nutrients that come from that salad. It wants to bend that salad over and show it who its daddy is – yeah, take that spinach and kale, can you feel it baby!!! Say my name punk! I am a wholehearted spinach junky and my nutritionist said that is common when you start eating well, you awaken deficiencies and pretty soon, you’re craving good eats!
Another mission of mine is to get better at meal planning. I don’t always make the best choices because I’m always eating dinner on the fly so I’m looking for ideas on how to make meal planning attractive so that it seduces me into wanting to meal plan. The hubs did comment the other day that he doesn’t mind that I’m not the best housekeeper but he would like me to cook more. I promised him I’d work on that. Dammit. Sometimes I speak without thinking;)
How do you meal plan? What are your secrets to making dinner time an organized mission so that your family eats healthy?