Yesterday I had a wrap filled with spinach and tofu for dinner.
My mom did too. With a side of fish.
That’s right. I’m the lone “vegan” in this house. Sigh.
She debated for a while what she wanted to do, but in the end decided to just give in. Like I said in my last post, she always has a lot of social functions to attend and it’s been hard for her to keep up with it. Especially since we’re not doing this for any other reason but that we just wanted to see what it was like. We had every intention of going back to meat when the month was over, so it’s not like we’re trying to make a “save the animals!” statement here.
Sorry animals :(
Ideally, I should stop too. At this point I’m just being stubborn.
But, with that said, I still cannot get myself to eat some cheese. I’ve thought about it many times. I even went so far as to make a grilled cheese sandwich! But as I started to put my beloved hot sauce on it, I realized I just could not eat it.
So I ate the hot sauce with pita chips.
No joke. I do stuff like that.
I think this has turned into a control thing. The fact that this is mentally unhealthy is not lost on me. Actually the fact that this isn’t in any way healthy since I eat bagels and chocolate (not together, usually) like they’re going out of style isn’t lost on me either.
But when I spend my days sending out my resume, desperately waiting for just one legit response, only to hear from companies that are trying to take advantage of recent grads, what to have for lunch suddenly becomes a big decision. I really don’t know how to describe it, other than to say that sometimes the highlight of my day is knowing that I didn’t eat that ice cream or that I chose soy milk instead of 2%.
It’s weird. It’s messed up. It’s me. I’m kind of a drama queen. Sorry I’m not sorry.
Enough serious talk. Want to know what I plan on cooking/eating when this is done? Duh, of course you do!
Jenna’s amaaaaazing mac&cheese. To tell you the truth, I have half a mind of making this at midnight on Feb. 1. I want it that bad.
Jessica’s Buffalo Chicken Burgers? Yes please!
My dad’s chili. Confession: I had a dream about this chili a few weeks ago. My life is so sad. But it is soo good, and he’s been making it for as long as I can remember. It reminds me of growing up in Ohio and eating with my whole family on cold winter nights. Love.
And what goes better with chili, than….sausage? So to help out, I’ll make this sausage cheese cornbread.
Oh, and I almost forgot about my Orange Chicken! <<not my recipe, but I made mine up and I’m too lazy to type it out right now. Sorry.
And, of course, I need to bake something. Quick! Somebody tell me what to bake!