Weekend Warrior
Good Monday Morning!
Apparently, we will be feeling some Fall weather this week, and I am super excited about it. Also, I am heading to NYC on Thursday with my mom to see my kid, so this is already shaping up to be an excellent week for this girl.
I survived another weekend, and it was one that could easily have derailed me. First of all, Anthony was not home Friday night and all day Saturday, so I could easily have had an all out binge and not been accountable to anyone but myself and God. That has happened more times than I could count. I have always had an issue with secret eating. I have many stories to tell on this, but will dig up one from when I was in second grade. I have told this story before, and my mother swears she doesn't remember it, but it is as vivid to me as the one where she made me get school pictures taken even though I had a huge bandage on my face between my nose and my lips because I fell UP a driveway. She actually bought a package of those pictures. I believe that was also when I was in the second grade. Such a traumatic year for me. Second grade was also the time when my stupidly thinking teacher decided it would be fun to have all her kiddos come to the front of the class to WEIGH! Why? I mean, what purpose could this have served? I weighed second highest, and I was teased and laughed at mercilessly. I wish I could have a few words (punches) with that teacher today, because it still brings me to tears when I allow myself to think about that experience. Teachers are wonderful...until they aren't.
Back to my secret eating story. We had been given boxes of candy bars to sell, and back then, going door to door was encouraged, and we never even thought about having our parents sell for us at work. I miss those days. So, my mother sent me out to canvas the neighborhood, and since I am an all out introvert, selling is not my strong suit. At all. I don't like to ask people for anything. Our dog once went missing, and Anthony told me to take one road and go door to door and he would take another road and do the same, and we would meet up later, hopefully with our dog in tow. While he was going door to door asking people if they had seen a dog he didn't even really like, I walked up and down the middle of our street half-heartedly calling my dog's name, hoping she would just appear and end this madness. Had I bucked up and actually asked someone, I would have seen the van driving slowly up our street looking for the owners of the dog they had with them. It would have been much easier for me if my dog could have just spoken up for herself and said "that's her, the one who is pretending to be looking for me." I got called out on it by Anthony later, because he knows me and he knew I had not asked a soul.
Back to the candy story. I am a bit all over the place today. Since I wasn't going to ask anyone to buy anything, and because I love chocolate and eating, I made it down my driveway, parked myself in the grass away from my mother's vision, and proceeded to eat the box of unsold candy. They came in counts of 24, and I am pretty sure I ate about 15 of those bars, while sitting in the grass at the end of my driveway. I was so sick to my stomach, and when my mother figured out I had not actually sold them and that she would have to buy the ones I had eaten, I was sick from something else as well. I always preferred the spanking to the "talking to," and I am pretty sure I got a stern "talking to" that day.
There are other examples of secret eating, but I don't have time to share those. I am a disordered eater, and secret binges are my M.O. Not this weekend, however. This weekend, I put on my armor and became a warrior. I figured out what I would eat those two and a half days, and for the coming week, and I stopped at Aldi on my way home and bought only what I needed for my recipes. I did not buy the chocolate dipped macaroons that are so wonderful, I did not buy the pasta dish that would have been perfect comfort food for me, and I did not buy the half gallon of ice cream that I knew would be delicious. I went home with my haul, unloaded it, and then looked for some leftovers to eat instead. I ate the leftovers and called it a day.
That salad was from Aldi, and was wonderful. It had cranberries, and feta and a delicious vinaigrette, and was just big enough to pair well with the chips, salsa, and leftover beef hotdog wieners. It was a tasty meal and I enjoyed it thoroughly knowing that not only did I not waste food, but I did not binge.
Saturday, I woke up, cleaned a little, spent some time in my hammock, read a little, ate a breakfast of eggs, cheese grits and chicken sausage links, and then made a delicious pizza sauce, because I had been waiting to make a margherita pizza since I got fresh basil from a friend a few days earlier. I decided to use Naan bread for my crust and it was the best decision I probably made all weekend other than making my own pizza sauce. I am on a pizza kick lately. It may have something to do with the name of this blog, or it may have something to do with my upcoming NYC trip, but there is little better than a good pizza, and this one was unbelievable. There was no need for meat, because I had a fresh sauce that I will post a recipe for, the fresh basil, and wonderful mozzarella cheese. There was no need for anything else.
Copy this recipe if you like making your own sauce and being able to control your ingredients. The fennel is a game changer for this sauce. If you don't like your sauce a little sweet, you can leave out the sugar, but it is only 1/2 of a teaspoon, and is makes it so good. Allowing the sauce to simmer for awhile is crucial, and I just stored the leftover in the fridge. Here is the finished product.
Words cannot describe how delicious this was, and I am getting hungry just thinking about it. I made two, and had the other one for a late lunch/early dinner on Sunday. I spread the basil out more before putting it in the oven, but it ended up in the center pretty much when the cheese began to melt and spread. The only other thing I ate on Saturday was a few chunks of semi-sweet chocolate that I found in the cabinet. It hit the desire for something sweet and it was much better than an entire tub of ice cream and those macaroons.
I also resisted the urge to binge after Auburn's loss to Florida. My binge might even have been considered a justification, seeing as how terrible that game was, but I resisted, and persevered. One might think that since I didn't buy the ice cream and macaroons, that I might not have had any binge worthy foods, but I am the queen of binge eating on the fly, and there were two hotdog buns that I could have split, buttered, sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon and thrown into the oven. There were also peanut butter crackers, and all the ingredients for brownies. I did not touch any of them. That is a huge win for me. Auburn, take note. A WIN!!!!
Anthony came home late Saturday night, and I spent yesterday afternoon cooking for the week ahead, and for the NYC road trip. My eating was ordered, and I went to sleep feeling accomplished. Did I lose weight this weekend? Most likely not, but that is not the takeaway. I overcame the urge and opportunity to binge, which made me a pretty good Weekend Warrior.
Have a happy week everyone, and enjoy this upcoming Fall weather. It may be all we get.
Apparently, we will be feeling some Fall weather this week, and I am super excited about it. Also, I am heading to NYC on Thursday with my mom to see my kid, so this is already shaping up to be an excellent week for this girl.
I survived another weekend, and it was one that could easily have derailed me. First of all, Anthony was not home Friday night and all day Saturday, so I could easily have had an all out binge and not been accountable to anyone but myself and God. That has happened more times than I could count. I have always had an issue with secret eating. I have many stories to tell on this, but will dig up one from when I was in second grade. I have told this story before, and my mother swears she doesn't remember it, but it is as vivid to me as the one where she made me get school pictures taken even though I had a huge bandage on my face between my nose and my lips because I fell UP a driveway. She actually bought a package of those pictures. I believe that was also when I was in the second grade. Such a traumatic year for me. Second grade was also the time when my stupidly thinking teacher decided it would be fun to have all her kiddos come to the front of the class to WEIGH! Why? I mean, what purpose could this have served? I weighed second highest, and I was teased and laughed at mercilessly. I wish I could have a few words (punches) with that teacher today, because it still brings me to tears when I allow myself to think about that experience. Teachers are wonderful...until they aren't.
Back to my secret eating story. We had been given boxes of candy bars to sell, and back then, going door to door was encouraged, and we never even thought about having our parents sell for us at work. I miss those days. So, my mother sent me out to canvas the neighborhood, and since I am an all out introvert, selling is not my strong suit. At all. I don't like to ask people for anything. Our dog once went missing, and Anthony told me to take one road and go door to door and he would take another road and do the same, and we would meet up later, hopefully with our dog in tow. While he was going door to door asking people if they had seen a dog he didn't even really like, I walked up and down the middle of our street half-heartedly calling my dog's name, hoping she would just appear and end this madness. Had I bucked up and actually asked someone, I would have seen the van driving slowly up our street looking for the owners of the dog they had with them. It would have been much easier for me if my dog could have just spoken up for herself and said "that's her, the one who is pretending to be looking for me." I got called out on it by Anthony later, because he knows me and he knew I had not asked a soul.
Back to the candy story. I am a bit all over the place today. Since I wasn't going to ask anyone to buy anything, and because I love chocolate and eating, I made it down my driveway, parked myself in the grass away from my mother's vision, and proceeded to eat the box of unsold candy. They came in counts of 24, and I am pretty sure I ate about 15 of those bars, while sitting in the grass at the end of my driveway. I was so sick to my stomach, and when my mother figured out I had not actually sold them and that she would have to buy the ones I had eaten, I was sick from something else as well. I always preferred the spanking to the "talking to," and I am pretty sure I got a stern "talking to" that day.
There are other examples of secret eating, but I don't have time to share those. I am a disordered eater, and secret binges are my M.O. Not this weekend, however. This weekend, I put on my armor and became a warrior. I figured out what I would eat those two and a half days, and for the coming week, and I stopped at Aldi on my way home and bought only what I needed for my recipes. I did not buy the chocolate dipped macaroons that are so wonderful, I did not buy the pasta dish that would have been perfect comfort food for me, and I did not buy the half gallon of ice cream that I knew would be delicious. I went home with my haul, unloaded it, and then looked for some leftovers to eat instead. I ate the leftovers and called it a day.
Saturday, I woke up, cleaned a little, spent some time in my hammock, read a little, ate a breakfast of eggs, cheese grits and chicken sausage links, and then made a delicious pizza sauce, because I had been waiting to make a margherita pizza since I got fresh basil from a friend a few days earlier. I decided to use Naan bread for my crust and it was the best decision I probably made all weekend other than making my own pizza sauce. I am on a pizza kick lately. It may have something to do with the name of this blog, or it may have something to do with my upcoming NYC trip, but there is little better than a good pizza, and this one was unbelievable. There was no need for meat, because I had a fresh sauce that I will post a recipe for, the fresh basil, and wonderful mozzarella cheese. There was no need for anything else.
I also resisted the urge to binge after Auburn's loss to Florida. My binge might even have been considered a justification, seeing as how terrible that game was, but I resisted, and persevered. One might think that since I didn't buy the ice cream and macaroons, that I might not have had any binge worthy foods, but I am the queen of binge eating on the fly, and there were two hotdog buns that I could have split, buttered, sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon and thrown into the oven. There were also peanut butter crackers, and all the ingredients for brownies. I did not touch any of them. That is a huge win for me. Auburn, take note. A WIN!!!!
Anthony came home late Saturday night, and I spent yesterday afternoon cooking for the week ahead, and for the NYC road trip. My eating was ordered, and I went to sleep feeling accomplished. Did I lose weight this weekend? Most likely not, but that is not the takeaway. I overcame the urge and opportunity to binge, which made me a pretty good Weekend Warrior.
Have a happy week everyone, and enjoy this upcoming Fall weather. It may be all we get.
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