Oooh boy. I think I need some help. I decided I am going to be Miss Most Organized Woman In The Universe and plan out my meals for next week. I even opened up an Excel spreadsheet do this. Then I remembered. I was never very good at colouring inside the lines. Not at all, guys. This looks like it might be too much for my scatter-brained, “think-outside-the-box-what-box-there-was-a-box-…-where” head to handle.
I got as far as breakfast (no problem, exact same thing every morning!) and about four lunches. Then I was stuck. Stuck like a little car with all-season radials on a deeply snow covered road in a Canadian blizzard. I have been looking at recipes and getting great inspiration. But not really sure where to put everything in the order of events. So many things I want to make and I feel like I should be looking at making something new each day…at least for suppers. But then, hey guys, leftovers! What then? Or do you plan for leftovers as part of your weekly organizational plan?
My hubby and I are more the stick-our-heads-in-the-fridge-and-cupboards kind, saying “hmmm” several times over before coming up with a great, spontaneous (and usually healthy) idea for what to have. 75% of the time, when I do plan ahead on what to make, when the time comes, I change my mind and make something else. *Note: 63.8% of my statistics are 100% made-up.
Is there anyone else out there like this (breaking out in hives at the idea of “being organized”) who managed to get it together and decide that far in advance what you are going to have and stick to it? How did you get to that point? Do you have any pointers for me? Or are there those who don’t plan, who just sit back, enjoy the ride and bask in the fun of surprising yourself with when mealtime comes ’round? Do you find that works just as well for you as folks who plan ahead find that works for them?
Any tips and tricks are more than welcome! Whether it be tips and tricks in the form of advice, or tips and tricks in the form of actual money and entertainment…I’m pretty easygoing that way.
I believe I mentioned something about a pedometer. And walking 10,000 steps every day. I’m getting there. It is a work in progress. I bought the pedometer…I swear! It is indeed in my possession. I didn’t even go for the cheapest on as I usually would…I bought a fancy-schmancy one that does a bunch of cool stuff. But one of those things is entering your weight. And the default weight it starts at is 50 pounds. What? Really? Are they marketing these to elementary school children now? Do they have any idea how long I have to sit there and hold down that stupid button to enter my info? Oh my. Should have gone for the $9 one. But seriously, it is really cool! It has a function for going back and forth between walking and running. Because I have aspirations, guys. No marathons. Absolutely not. I hate running; I just want to be able to say I can run more than 10 feet with out collapsing in a coma brought on by oxygen deprivation (<–note the drama queen-like exaggeration).
After a day of not bothering to set it up, I did so about noon today. I put it on and went out for a brisk walk in the -5 degree sunshine. I intended to walk for an hour at least but gave up after 40 minutes because, you know…-5!!!! I wore the pedometer for the rest of the afternoon and was really upset after checking it at one point and finding I was only 4% to my goal. That is when I discovered I had set my goal on the pedometer for 100,000 steps. I know we should always aim to set the bar high but uh…yeah…gotta fix that. Anyway, it was a rude awakening to not reach the goal today. I used to be able to rack up anywhere from 12,000 to 14,000 steps per day…without going for a walk. That was just how much I was moving in my regular daily routine. Now, I don’t have very much to occupy my time, so, I am moving far less and have to go out of my way to get the extra activity. So, tomorrow, I will wear the pedometer as soon as I get up and see how much better I can do at my challenge! Of course, I might wait until after I do my morning workout, you know, just in case I reach the 100,000 steps by accident from jumping around so much.
So after my walking around today, I ended up at the library. I know, I know, you are all thinking, “What? All that and she is an intellectual too?! Amazing!” [insert slow clap here] While sitting and reading some books – and they weren’t even picture books! – I suddenly realized that as intellectual as I was trying to be, I somehow was
stupid busy enough to forget to have lunch. [insert face palm here] As you may imagine, I was absolutely staaarrrrrving after a couple of hours hitting the books (not literally, that would just be weird). With my ravenous hunger and knowing I still had a TON of points left available, I came dangerously close to ordering a pizza…and I could have, without any trouble points-wise. Then I remembered that would mean leftover pizza. So, as much as that treat would have been great today, I just couldn’t live with the thought of continuing to eat it over the next few days. I managed to fill up on healthier goodness in my kitchen and was much happier with what I ate, even if it wasn’t quite as much as I should have had. Stupid lunch-forgetter!
I did have lunch out yesterday. It was good. Smoked salmon and spinach with pasta. I followed the tips from WW and asked for a take-away box when I ordered (you know, to put half of your meal in the box straightaway so you don’t eat it all). I did feel odd doing that and felt guilty that I didn’t apologize for what the server must have thought was weird, hippy psychic madness, knowing that I would be taking food home before I even got my food! As soon as my meal arrived, I put more than half in the box so that I was left with more healthy than carby on my plate. I gave what I boxed up, to my husband when I got home. He was thrilled and is extremely grateful to WW for such tips, because most times that I am out with friends but not him, he gets, as a consolation prize, what I bring home. There really isn’t a world outside the demands of his stomach, as far as he is concerned. Best guy to bring to a potluck party; no one has to worry about lugging home any leftovers! Hahaha!
Well, onward and upward…er, downward, since we are talking about inches and pounds!