OK, so that statement might be a bit extreme, but it isn’t a big stretch. Since I started really focusing on blogging (the past couple of weeks notwithstanding), I have been putting on weight. Consistently my pants have been getting tighter and tighter. My younger sister said “Well of course! You make your own bacon for God’s sakes!” True. I have always thought moderation would be my salvation, but I guess I need to stop making pastries and start exercising.
In the past, I have always been the person who ate what I wanted. This was because I also used to work out. In my heyday, I would run on average 5 miles a day, every day of the week. An easy day was 3 miles. A push may have been 8-12 miles. I enjoyed it. Then about 3 years ago, I changed jobs. In conjunction with this job change, I broke my toe. It all seems like minor stuff, but it somehow created the perfect storm for becoming a couch potato. It happened so subtly that I didn’t even notice it happening until I was woefully out of shape. When I sit down now, I have the proverbial “muffin top” coming up over my pants. Not pretty. Not pretty at all.
Anyway, whenever I get online these days, I am either looking at other food related sites or gardening stuff. When I hit the food stuff, it is mostly about sweets. We are suckers for cupcakes – it’s true. Even after my newly proclaimed desire to lose weight, I found myself making donuts. Seriously. Who does that?? I used the excuse of my husband’s office breakfast potluck as a reason to make them. We each had one (OK, so I had 2 plus a donut hole, but who is counting?) and the rest went to the office as planned.
So I have decided that it is no longer my job to eat the leftovers. I felt compelled to “clean out the fridge” for my lunch each day, since I was the one cooking and also the one at home for all 3 meals. I didn’t literally eat everything in there, but I would go through and see if I could put together a meal that would empty out 2-3 of the containers that I had from earlier in the week. This didn’t seem like a bad thing at the time. But recently it reminded me of a time when I was about 20 or so. I had come home from college one night and wanted to eat some of this left over mac ‘n’ cheese we had. There was really more than I wanted, but what I was putting back didn’t seem like enough for another meal, so I just took it all. I found myself an hour later, literally leaning back from the table taking a huge breath, as if getting ready to attempt to tackle it again. It was stupid. Why not just stop eating? Realizing that was a good thing. Too bad I had to do it again 20 years later. I guess even life lessons can be forgotten with old age – LOL!
Anyway, I was sitting here last weekend putting together my menu and grocery list and thinking that I should come up with something brilliant for Memorial Day, since everyone and their dog will be having a BBQ. Then I thought, screw it: Just cook something that you want and forget about the blog-ability of it all. And if I focus on some of my other interests now and again, maybe I won’t be so pudgy. My husband has argued that I am “losing my base”; while I argue that I never had one, unless you count my mom and sisters. Besides, the blog is supposed to be about what makes me who I am. I am not just a home cook. I am a mad gardener and frequent lunatic mom. These are pieces of the whole. Take me or leave me. And hopefully there will be less of me soon.