Tomorrow is back to the grind. Back to routine and back to business. Back to work. I’m looking forward to it. I was beginning to think that sleeping in till ten and sitting on the couch wrapped in my throw was my job. Ever hear of a professional sloth? Ahhhh, the lazy days of the post-Christmas rush.
I must confess, I really did not keep my holiday oath. We were invited out for dinner, or hosting practically every single night. Not that I’m complaining. I loved making rather merry with loved ones. In the West Indian culture, when someone has you over for dinner, it is a spread beyond words. This is why I have a picture for you. I’m speechless:
I think we cooked maybe two days during the break. The Caribbean fare usually consists of loads of starch, salt, gravies and stews, albeit delicious. Rice and beans, stewed pork, chicken and beef, ox tail, curried goat, macaroni pie, potato salad, white rice (to pour your gravy over) fried fish and many more dishes I probably forgot to mention. It is the type of meal that should be reserved only for Sunday dinner. I was eating like this almost daily and it is beginning to take its toll. Although downright tasty, not really conducive to lean, clean eating.
My very sweet and very generous neighbour Franka happens to be a wonderful cook. Over the season she made an oh so decadent, from scratch, meaty, saucy, oh so yummy, homemade lasagna. If you haven’t guessed, Franka is Italian and Italian food is my absolute favourite. Mama Celeste ain’t got nothing on Franka. She also happens to bake fresh, homemade Italian Christmas pastries. How could I say no? She put it in a cute Christmas tin and everything.
Another set back has been my self-induced cabin fever. Baby, it’s cold outside! I do not want to set food outdoors. As my mom would say, this weather is not fit for man nor beast. 25 below zero has been the average. Even walking across the street to my gym seemed like cruel and unusual punishment. So, I went down to my condo gym, but it was crowded. All the dreadmills, steppers and weights were being used. It is a tiny facility, and when it’s packed, it is very difficult to get a full workout in because half the time spent is waiting for a machine to free up. So for the past few days my workouts have been null and void. Thankfully, after work, cold or not, I will go straight to the gym. Having already been outdoors, the transition won’t be as scary. I am usually outdoors with the children for at least 20 minutes per day. My meal planning has also been started and my food journal is good to go!
This week, I plan to make thin crusted vegetarian pizza with goats cheese, turkey chili, salmon, tuna, spinach salad, steamed bok choy with chicken breast and something with shrimp and broccoli. Again, too many starches, processed foods and sugar will NOT be on the menu. I wanted to take a few selfies to show the holiday damage, but guess what? I’m feeling lazy. (who’s surprised?) I will get on that later this week. The evil saddle bags twins seem to be giggling and looming on the horizon, so I’ve got to beat them at their malicious take over.
I guess I am a resolutioner after all.