It's just a whiny morning. Everyone in the house is coming down with a cold, my back injury is killing me. I'm cranky because I don't think I'm going to get a bike ride in today, which means no real riding until Monday (DH has dibs on long Saturday rides, and we do a short/slow family ride on Sunday).
This is a food rant/whine, so if that's going to be triggery for you, I won't be offended if you stop reading now.
I'm on a generally Mediterranean diet. Veggies, fruit, fish, whole grains, legumes, nuts, olive oil, etc. My husband is on... beats the heck out of me. Lets call it "High protein". It's lower carb, but not really low carb. I'm trying really hard not to interfere in his weight loss efforts, and I know different things work for us.
Since Thanksgiving I've had no fish. I've had minimal whole grains. I've had pretty low nut intake, and really low legume intake. I've been eating way more meat than I want to be, and more than generally makes me feel good.
Why? Because I try to make dinners that work for both of us. And what he's wanted is no grains at dinner, plenty of meat, and some vegetables. And he made a giant pot of soup right after Thanksgiving (which I was all in favor of). Six quarts of soup is a good thing. Until I'm the only one eating the last three quarts. That's six lunches of soup, until I'm so heartily sick of soup I could scream. I want a salad. I want some tuna. I want a plate of polenta with chickpeas cooked in tomato sauce.
There just aren't enough meals in the day for me to follow my plan -and- his. It isn't any one meal, it's that I'm failing to plan dinners that work for both of us, and making easy dinners that work for him. And failing to plan is planning to fail. Ugh.
So this morning he calls home and says "I thought we'd have spicy stir-fry tonight out of the last of the roast beef and whatever else is around." That means rice, and it means white rice, because he doesn't like brown rice. And we don't have any stir-fry appropriate veggies. He wants to put leftover braised kale in the stir-fry, and that's going to be weird. So I'm going to eat weird, high-meat and high-fat glop that's saturated with sweet and spicy sauce on white rice? I don't think so. I've been craving that kale every day, and just haven't had room in my tummy for it by the time I ate everything I felt obliged to eat.
So I drew a line in the sand. The rest of the soup went down the garbage disposal because it's a week old, and I'm sick of it. I claimed some of the kale for a more elaborate breakfast than I usually eat. Lunch will have a generous serving of beans in it. And I'm NOT eating stir-fry for dinner. If he wants spicy food for his cold, I'm glad to help with that, but on my terms.
Now I need to quit feeling sorry for myself and complaining that I can't make my diet a priority. I need to do my back rehab, and if I want a ride, I need to go out, get on the bike and find somewhere to go.