Relationships with food can be complicated, you say?
You know how Kelli and Daniel always say that “relationships with food can be complicated” or something like that?
Well, I totally agree.
After I hurt my knee, I made a concerted effort to eat better, healthier—since I wasn’t going to be able to get much exercise.
I lost weight. Boom!
Then, I (finally) had surgery on my knee and started physical therapy.
“Okay,” I thought to myself, “I’m getting more exercise now, so I don’t need to pay so much attention to what I’m eating. I ‘deserve’ to splurge a bit.”
I gained weight. Boom!
I knew that I felt good when I was eating better. Why did I stop?
Did I enjoy eating all of that less healthy stuff? Heck yeah.
Did I enjoy eating all that less healthy stuff better than the healthy stuff I had been eating during my convalescence? A resounding NO.
#AndrewComplete, what in the heck were you thinking?
Okay, back to it, then.
I told #chefinthemaking that I was going to start eating better again and that I needed her help (you know, since she’s the one doing the cooking). Even though she can basically eat whatever she wants and not gain a pound (don’t you just hate people like that?), she immediately agreed.
Healthier options started yesterday.
Then, last night as I was walking past the kitchen…
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Me: What are you making, my love?
Her: Cinnamon rolls.
Me (giddy, clapping my hands, totally forgetting about this “healthy” business): Oooohhhh! Whaaaaa? Cakes and pies, cakes and pies!!
Her (realizing that my dreams were about to be crushed): Oh, sweetheart...I'm sorry...these are for work tomorrow.
Me (crestfallen):
Her (smiling, without a hint of irony): And remember, we’re supposed to be eating healthier!
Me (standing, staring, frown forming): mmmmuuuuuhhhh
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While I totally understood her rationale on an intellectual level…on a “cakes and pies, cakes and pies” level I most certainly did not.
In an instant, I completely forgot about the commitment I made to eat healthier…all I could think about was putting one (or two?) of those cinnamon rolls in my pie hole.
Relationships with food can be complicated, you say, Kelli and Daniel? I have NO idea what you’re talking about!
P.S. And to add insult to injury, friends, I had to smell these guys being baked this morning as I ate my oatmeal…and then had to help put tin foil on the full pan of goodness as #chefinthemaking headed out of the door.
Relationships with food can be complicated, you say?
You know how Kelli and Daniel always say that “relationships with food can be complicated” or something like that?
Well, I totally agree.
After I hurt my knee, I made a concerted effort to eat better, healthier—since I wasn’t going to be able to get much exercise.
I lost weight. Boom!
Then, I (finally) had surgery on my knee and started physical therapy.
“Okay,” I thought to myself, “I’m getting more exercise now, so I don’t need to pay so much attention to what I’m eating. I ‘deserve’ to splurge a bit.”
I gained weight. Boom!
I knew that I felt good when I was eating better. Why did I stop?
Did I enjoy eating all of that less healthy stuff? Heck yeah.
Did I enjoy eating all that less healthy stuff better than the healthy stuff I had been eating during my convalescence? A resounding NO.
#AndrewComplete, what in the heck were you thinking?
Okay, back to it, then.
I told #chefinthemaking that I was going to start eating better again and that I needed her help (you know, since she’s the one doing the cooking). Even though she can basically eat whatever she wants and not gain a pound (don’t you just hate people like that?), she immediately agreed.
Healthier options started yesterday.
Then, last night as I was walking past the kitchen…
**********
Me: What are you making, my love?
Her: Cinnamon rolls.
Me (giddy, clapping my hands, totally forgetting about this “healthy” business): Oooohhhh! Whaaaaa? Cakes and pies, cakes and pies!!
Her (realizing that my dreams were about to be crushed): Oh, sweetheart...I'm sorry...these are for work tomorrow.
Me (crestfallen):
Her (smiling, without a hint of irony): And remember, we’re supposed to be eating healthier!
Me (standing, staring, frown forming): mmmmuuuuuhhhh
**********
While I totally understood her rationale on an intellectual level…on a “cakes and pies, cakes and pies” level I most certainly did not.
In an instant, I completely forgot about the commitment I made to eat healthier…all I could think about was putting one (or two?) of those cinnamon rolls in my pie hole.
Relationships with food can be complicated, you say, Kelli and Daniel? I have NO idea what you’re talking about!
P.S. And to add insult to injury, friends, I had to smell these guys being baked this morning as I ate my oatmeal…and then had to help put tin foil on the full pan of goodness as #chefinthemaking headed out of the door.
#thestruggleisreal