Reigning Her In
As I mentioned earlier in the week, my current objective is to locate some "clean" foods or recipes that do not bore me to absolute tears. I think I've had a successful week, on that particular front, and for the first time since starting this madness, I'm feeling settled and satisfied with all aspects of the plan. I wish I were a little lower-maintenance. But I'm not. I love good food....I'm married to the best cook I've ever known....and I have a very busy life which results, for one reason or another, in over-indulgence. I'm hardly alone.
This week, I paid careful attention to what I was really craving, and I tried to find reasonable alternatives. This seems to have tamed the Craving Queen who rules my mind with an iron fist....skulking about bitching and whining and making me want to drive hot pokers through my eye sockets. Simply because she could not eat a bag of Doritos in front of the television two nights ago. I didn't even know I liked Doritos until I couldn't have them.
This week, the queen also demanded pizza, ice cream, and mexican food. I told her no. I'm always telling her no. I really am quite disciplined. But the queen? She pulls rank. Always. This week, in response to hearing "no" one too many times, she went to the ball park and downed a hot dog and a hot pretzel. Well, I'm back at the wheel now, and this bus is driving directly to the gym tonight to put in some extra cardio because I don't intend to wear those two poor choices on the scale Saturday morning.
I also spent a small part of the day at the grocery store, buying the fixings for a CORE lasagna recipe I enjoy, frozen berries, brown basmati rice, and fruit. The queen backed off a bit when I presented her with pizza for dinner tonight---. Who you should go read. Right now. And while I would not grant her ice cream, I did present her with cottage cheese and half-frozen strawberries, the consistency of which was quite decadent and adequately convincing. So, it seems the queen and I have reached an agreement of sorts. She gets treats, and I get healthy. We're cool. For now.
God only knows what she's going to want next week, though.
