I’ve been thinking alot about food lately. Charmin’s past couple of blogs have been a contibutor, and watching Super Size Me last night too. I really want to make some changes in my eating habits…well, not just mine but Mike’s and chloe’s too. i realize that my food cravings directly impact the rest of my family. Mike eats what I cook so therefore, he does not eat healthy either. But for him, he gains no weight at all, in fact, I’m pretty sure he is losing weight. How that happens, I really don’t know, I can only be slightly envious. If you’ve ever seen his mother, aunts and grandmother, you would understand. They are all a size zero. Chloe only likes to eat bread, crackers, yoghurt and apple sauce. i can get her to eat some combinations of baby food that has veggies in it a couple times a week. It stresses me out but if I try to feed her something she doens’t like, she just spits it out. But she’s little, I still have time to change our eating habits so that they eventually rub off on her. I’m now getting excited (and stressed) about the idea of cooking more “real food”. Since Chloe was born, I’ve been real big on stuff that comes in a box and you take it out of the freezer and into the oven, no prep involved. That, I’ve decided, is because I am lazy. I’ll be the first to admit it. There really is no reason that i can’t cook real food. I mean we do eat real meals a couple times a week but we don’t eat nearly enough fresh fruits and veggies as we should. It’s just that I’m scared of recipes, and I don’t like lots of pots and pans to have to wash later. Silly things but they really are the things that keep me from cooking.
So, I announced to Mike that we are off pop now. he agrees, so after this 2 litre of pepsi is gone, I won’t be buying anymore. I like juice, juice is better for us. Yay juice! (are you convinced yet?) Also on the next trip to the grocery store, I’m going to buy yummy fruit to make fruit salad. Mmmmm.
I’d also like to vow to exercise more, but I find that true exercise, beyond walking, is just not going to happen so I’m not going to lie to myself and pretend I’m gonna whip into shape. even though I really miss being in shape…I remember the days…
Anyway, someone check up on me in a couple weeks and see how I’m doing, ok? thanks. And as kip dynamite would say, Peace Out.