TODAY'S WEIGHT: 132.2
GOAL: 128
The less said about today's scale reading, the better. The month is over on Friday and I'm still trying to get down to my fighting weight. Needless to say, entertaining friends on Sunday was not a dieting success.
Can you believe it didn't even occur to me to serve healthy options for myself?
I WANTED the cheese, crackers, bread and stuff I put out for our friends.
I am beginning to think I've got some kind of dieting death wish.
That said, I've begun yet another week on clinic food and I've vowed to stick to it until I get back below 130 pounds.
So I was taken aback yesterday morning, when my daughter requested a particular dish for dinner.
A little background: I used to think I was a pretty good cook -- it was something I enjoyed (and I have a decade's collection of Bon Appetit magazines to prove it).
Then I gave birth to a child who has the palate of a toddler (even though she will soon be a teenager).
No matter what I did, if a meal came from my kitchen, she turned her nose up at it.
I lost confidence.
It doesn't help that my new, lower-calorie lifestyle doesn't go well with the kind of food I like to cook.
I've tried Cooking Light - but I've discovered that a lot of the recipes there rely on on a lot of spice and seasoning for flavor, to make up for the lack of fat calories. And my child doesn't tolerate spice very well (a teeny tiny bit of pepper in a dish makes her gag).
And let's face it: Those recipes are simply not as much fun to make.
As it is, our family's busy schedule doesn't allow us very many family meals (she doesn't get home from gymnastics until 10:00, four nights a week). So Sunday has become our night for a nice family dinner. In the summer, we grill. In the winter, I rely dishes like roast chicken... and a beef stew that is decidedly NOT low calorie (so I don't make it when my weight is up, as it is now -- in fact, I tend not to cook AT ALL when I have to eat the clinic food, because I can't handle cooking a meal I can't eat).
Of course, she asked for the beef stew.
This is significant, because until recently, that stew was one of the things she complained about -- and now, she's decided she really likes it... and was actually craving it.
So what's a mother to do?
I was so delighted that there was finally SOMETHING I can make that she will eat... I did it. And it was all I could to NOT to taste it.
There are leftovers... and if I can get my weight down before the leftovers go bad, I'll have my taste then.
