Started my food journal & my new resolve to eat like my bootcamp trainer recommends today…
but now I’m wondering where exactly the pizza for dinner fits into my perfect plan. UGH!
I’ve ordered pizza only four times since I moved here over 2 years ago & one of those times was my first night here before any of my furniture or boxes had arrived. Pizza just isn’t my thing. I can take it or leave it. Mostly I prefer to leave it. I mean, I like pizza in theory. But it’s not something I crave or even enjoy that much. Unless it’s hubby’s homemade pizza, that is. But nothing beats homemade crust! Otherwise, really, why bother?
So obviously when hubby came downstairs from his office & asked “what’s for dinner?” I said, “pork loin, mashed potatoes, broccoli, & salad.” & then he said, “sounds like a lot of work.”
Well, I’ve been responding to student projects ALL DAY LONG & I’m cross-eyed, goofy, and drained from it all. & I still have to prep my classes for tomorrow. & he’s been writing his diss all day. & that’s all it took chicks! Suddenly I saw veggies needing to be washed & chopped, pots bubbling, a table to be set, a salad to be made, dishes to be washed.
“or pizza delivery,” I said & you don’t have to ask hubby twice when it comes to pizza. He’d eat it every day if I let him.
So the pizza we got was cut in squares…smallish squares, rather than long triangles. I had 2. & huby ordered cheese bread too. Very small pieces of that, but I had 2. Now I feel grose and greasy & I’ve exceeded my calories for the day by almost 200, so I can’t even have a lovely piece of fruit to balance out my nutrition.
Maybe downing a ton of water would make me feel better?