Back to A Routine

Things are slowly getting back to a routine. I don't know about you, but I like routines. In fact a majority of my eating slip-ups occur when I am pushed out of that routine. That is why weekends have been such a disaster. There are just too many opportunities to blow it. What is very frustrating for me is while I am happy with something light, I get guilted into going out to eat. Why can't I just say no? Well part of the reason is if we don't go out to eat, then I am expected to cook something for them. Did I ever mention how much I hate to cook?

The answer of course is better planning. I just wish my family would help me out a bit. When I ask them what they would like, I get the classic answer, "I don't know". I think to myself, well hell, if you don't know then how am I supposed to know what to cook. A lot of this comes from guilt that I am not a super mom, cooking wonderful, healthy, appealing meals. Instead I am browning ground beef thinking tacos or Hamburger Helper tonight? And, I wonder if they have noticed we've eaten ground beef dishes three nights in a row? Some of this lack of originality comes from the fact that I don't like a lot of foods, in fact, I would be happy eating the same food several days in a row (which is what I used to do, before husband and kids). I don't care what you say, it is really hard to cook stuff you don't like, even if you are not eating it.

My status this week, Friday-Sunday, did not journal and did not follow plan. Monday and Tuesday were good. I'm hoping today is good and then tomorrow, dun dun dun, weigh in. Still not exercising, but hopeful to start soon. The weather is supposed to get really cold again, which will be another challenge.