Let's use yesterday as an example. This is my peak week of training for my 50 mile race, so hopefully (?) this is rock bottom for food choices.
Breakfast: I woke up moving at the speed of a sedated wildebeast because the baby is doing this fun teething/cold "let's wake up every 2 hours all night!" thing. I had to rush around to get everything ready for Faith to go to school because Sunday Night Kara was a lazy bitch and didn't make Faith's lunch. Once I got both kids breakfast and packed the school stuff, it was basically time to go so I had to improvise. I ended up taking two leftover pancakes from Sunday's breakfast and making the world's driest peanut butter sandwich. Thank goodness I had a can of Coke to wash it down. Yes, I know all about how Coke can burn away toilet bowl stains and melt eggs, and I still drink it because it's delicious.
Lunch: I ran 6 miles while the baby napped and then went right outside for 4 more miles, so again I was pressed for time to find something to eat.
|Running. That's the answer.|
As I was digging around the fridge looking for something for the baby to eat, I found two containers of leftover macaroni and cheese. I had no idea how old they were, but they smelled fine. I decided to give the baby a yogurt just in case and I ate all of the macaroni and cheese.
As of today I'm feeling fine, so my gamble paid off. I knew I had to eat something reasonably light for lunch because I wasn't done running. I ran 4 more miles after I picked up Faith (and drank another can of Coke on the way) while both kids were taking their naps.
Dinner: While I was out walking with the kids on late Sunday afternoon, one of my neighbor friends drove by and slowed down and asked me if I'd be interested in some cocktail meatballs. Sadly, that's not even the weirdest question anyone has ever asked me from a running vehicle. Of course I was interested in free meat, so then she drove by again and passed off a bag full of meatballs for me to carry home as I went for the most painfully slow walk in all of history (Faith wasn't in the stroller).
Anyway, I figured that solved my dilemma for dinner last night, but I just needed to find a way to pitch it to my husband that didn't sound like I wanted us to dine out of a ziploc bag of free meat.
Luckily his day at work had quelled his will to argue so we had a delightful dinner of cocktail meatballs and cheese and crackers. The meatballs were great and I have no idea how my neighbor had so many leftover, but I'm not going to question it too much. I don't want to ruin my reputation as someone who will happily eat anyone's extra food.
So there you have my Monday: 14 miles of running and tons of healthy food choices. Try to not beat yourself up too much for not being as inspirational as me. We can't all be this special.
When you're busy, what is the first thing to go? To my credit, I did vacuum, clean the kitchen, and feed the kids a balanced diet yesterday. I guess I must like eating random stuff or I'd try a little harder.
Regular or diet soda? Don't tell me the real stuff is too sweet. You're just lying to yourself and "too sweet" is code for "too many calories".