The first few days weren't so bad. It was kind of like my kids' first days of preschool. Different and fun until days two and three when you start to cry because you realize this is an every day thing. Breakfast, lunch and snacks are easy because I only have to worry about me. Dinner is a whole different story. I have four other people to worry about feeding. My husband will eat anything and actually prefers when I cook healthy...strange but true. My daughter will take a little of the healthy food and then snack later. My middle son loves food. He will try new things but doesn't like any vegetables except salad so that makes it difficult and my youngest only eats breaded chicken, macaroni and cheese, pasta, rice, meatballs in red sauce and my meatloaf. If I had the time and energy to make myself something different I would but instead I've just been slowly changing things like making brown rice instead of white rice and using ground turkey more instead of red meat. With these changes came three great moments.
The first was when my family decided to get Subway for dinner because we were at work late andmy middle son had a soccer game. While I stood in line thinking about the Parmesan herb bread I normally get toasted with meatballs and provolone, I decided I didn't want that and walked out deciding to find a better choice at home. This was HUGE for me. The next moment came on Saturday when we had spent the morning at the soccer field, the afternoon visiting with family from out of town and then had an hour and half at home before meeting up with family again. Guess what I did while I was home? I worked out. This is unheard of. I usually need hours just to prepare myself to want to change into workout clothes, let alone take the only time I could have relaxing to work out. The third came later that night when I was at my brother's house and he offered me dessert. For those of you that know me dessert is my weakness especially ice cream. He had bought ice cream sandwiches and M&M cookie ice cream sandwiches. The only thing better than ice cream is when you add a baked good and candy to it but I had watermelon and pineapple instead. Yes, you read that correctly. I chose fruit instead of ice cream. Gold star for me.
I know it's only going to get tougher because I looked at the calendar and there are so many after school and evening activities coming up the next few weeks. On top of that I'm beginning to feel like PMS is right around the corner. That's why I wanted the Snickers when I went grocery shopping today (I walked right by it) and I feel fatter today despite losing four pounds. Hormones suck. It's also hard to get through my workouts because I'm sore and my knees and joints sound like someone is popping bubble wrap but I am determined to work through it because I'm doing this for me. So if you see me eyeing up chips or ice cream, make sure you give me the mom look. I know I'll hate it and appreciate it at the same time.
