I've been hardcore dieting this week and the results are so far, so good. But the problem is - with this cold weather, I'm craving rich, hearty food. Stews, casseroles, bread, gravy.
And since none of these are entirely Weight Watchery, I'm getting creative.
I made myself some butternut squash soup with curry for lunch, and for dinner, we're having a stew I found in the WW Magazine - involving parsnips, sweet potatoes and dried fruit. I don't know - I would love to bake a macaroni and cheese casserole the size of a double bed, crawl inside and eat till I'm full. Then pass out in the warm pasta until I woke up hungry again.
I'm easy.
And after that, I'd be cheesy, greasy, and probably queasy.
Beyond that, it's been a weekend of rest. And that's putting it mildly. Sloth would be more accurate. I bought myself a new MP3 player, and I loaded a ton of music on it - that would be the most industrious act I've perpetrated.
I did go by the Home Depot today to pick up paint samples. We are contemplating a change of color in the kitchen - I've also been thinking about a fresh coat in our mud/laundry room, and I've harbored a few fantasies about turning our upstairs bathroom pink. Pale, sweet, fresh pink. Nothing too Pepto or gaudy.
I also want to lay down linoleum tile in the upstairs bathroom. Stick on tiles, nothing too ambitious.
And since I was dreaming, I might as well look at the countertops, Corian, Granite? Laminate? Never again.
So, it's all about I want, I want, I want.
Meanwhile, Matt and I are watching The Marx Brothers.
And that's how you kill a Sunday.
ae
And since none of these are entirely Weight Watchery, I'm getting creative.
I made myself some butternut squash soup with curry for lunch, and for dinner, we're having a stew I found in the WW Magazine - involving parsnips, sweet potatoes and dried fruit. I don't know - I would love to bake a macaroni and cheese casserole the size of a double bed, crawl inside and eat till I'm full. Then pass out in the warm pasta until I woke up hungry again.
I'm easy.
And after that, I'd be cheesy, greasy, and probably queasy.
Beyond that, it's been a weekend of rest. And that's putting it mildly. Sloth would be more accurate. I bought myself a new MP3 player, and I loaded a ton of music on it - that would be the most industrious act I've perpetrated.
I did go by the Home Depot today to pick up paint samples. We are contemplating a change of color in the kitchen - I've also been thinking about a fresh coat in our mud/laundry room, and I've harbored a few fantasies about turning our upstairs bathroom pink. Pale, sweet, fresh pink. Nothing too Pepto or gaudy.
I also want to lay down linoleum tile in the upstairs bathroom. Stick on tiles, nothing too ambitious.
And since I was dreaming, I might as well look at the countertops, Corian, Granite? Laminate? Never again.
So, it's all about I want, I want, I want.
Meanwhile, Matt and I are watching The Marx Brothers.
And that's how you kill a Sunday.
ae
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