Why I Need “Salad Saturday”

saladThere are few things at this point in my life that I dislike as much as food prep. Considering I spent several years as a paid food blogger, this is surprising.

On the other hand, I started my old food blog when I only had one child (who still napped), wasn’t taking college courses on my lunch hours, and hadn’t adapted to a healthier way of life. Somehow food prep is more exciting when it usually begins with “warm a pat of butter over medium heat.” Chopping veggies seems more enticing when there’s a slab of bacon waiting for its turn with the knife. So it makes sense, I guess, that I’d feel a sense of loss when my hobby (cooking) became muddled with counting calories, logging meals, and calculating appropriate serving sizes.

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Product Love: Emerald Vanilla Roast Almonds 100-Calorie Pack

almonds

NOM.

I am an almond addict. Any kind, anywhere. I love them toasted, salted, flavored, yogurt-dipped, turned into milk, and buried in a candy bar. Doesn’t matter, I love them all ways.

The problem is, I love them a little bit too much. For every variety out there, I’ve calculated exactly how many I can eat to equal 1 WWP, 2WWP, 3WWP, and so on. But as soon as I crack that can open, knowing how many equal one point is pretty much useless, because I never stop there.

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Day Six: #100kSteps Challenge

So I really wanted to make up for those lost steps from Day 5 as much as possible on Day 6 to avoid having some ridiculous number waiting for me on Day 7 to meet the 100kSteps Challenge in time. I pretty much danced in place as I did *everything* yesterday, from morning ’till night. I noticed in the evening that my four-year-old, Ollie, was following me around doing a little jig everywhere I went. It was cracking me up. Eventually, he wanted to watch “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids” on TV, so we stood side-by-side and walked/danced in place throughout almost the entire movie! I had so much fun I forgot to look down and see how I was doing periodically. Imagine my surprise when this is what I saw on my pedometer after the movie ended at bedtime…

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