Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Oh my narsty.

Narsty is a word I made up* that means super, super nasty.

*of course I didn't make it up, you can urban dictionary even a bunch of random letters and find that it exists as a word (and, for those who are more sensitive, said word usually means something narsty so consider yourself warned).**
**Yes, I know I'm supposed to follow up with the asterisks at the end of the post, but I always forget.

Anyway. I saw a recipe for pasta salad the other day, and I wanted to make it. A note about food: this is so bizarre to me, but it really has become about fuel. I don't feel like making elaborate meals anymore, I just feel like getting the hunger to go away. This is SO not me, but I guess it is a side effect of hanging out with a very active little guy who also happens to cry if I disappear into the kitchen for more than 2 seconds. (I think this has also contributed to the couple of pounds I've recently put on - 2 frozen pizzas and 2 dinners of Kraft mac n cheese in one week...sigh. In keeping with my general philosophy of balance, I have added spinach to the mac n cheese and served both dishes with a giant helping of veggies, but...sigh) (actually, speaking of balance, I have also quit the 2-a-day workouts and instead opted to relax and knit and enjoy some me-time a little more. If a couple of pounds came back as a result of that, I'm okay with it).

So this pasta salad...I could have written down the ingredients and gone to the store, but a combination of laziness and disinterest prevented that. So at the store, I found boxed pasta salad on sale - 3 for $3.19. OK! I got three different kinds and was happy about it. Something quick and easy to put with the barbecue chicken sandwiches on the menu, as well as a nice side for future grilling.

OMG. People. Gagworthy. Narsty. The moral of this story is that shortcuts are bad and fresh, healthy ingredients are good. Lesson re-learned. It's back to the kitchen (and the produce section) I go. But I really don't know what to do about the other two boxes of that stuff. I guess I can donate it to a food bank, but that seems a little "this tastes awful, here, you try!" to me.

Does anyone want them? I'll give you a good price.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

In case anyone out there needs to hear this...

The best reminder that you should always do what is right for you and your family is to do something that is NOT right for you and your family.

Sleep eludes us again. Last night and today - for reasons I will not go into because I'm tired and I've been self-flagellating even though I really did think it was best at the time - I decided to let Reid cry a little. And by a little, I mean 5 minutes here and there. Not hours.

It's not right for us. It is JUST NOT right for us. Reid is over it, but I've been a wreck all day.

So rather than dwell on it (more than I have, that is) I am going to be thankful for the reminder and move on.

And eat my feelings a little. Because chocolate, it is nice.