Food = Frustration

I know that the very bulk of my issues with not leaning up has to do with food. No, not the love of junk, though who doesn't love a cherry milkshake. No, it has to do with preparation.

Preparation. Something I have never been very good at doing in all areas of my daily life. My wonderful mom was, scratch that, is definitely a fly by the seat of the pants type of girl. She taught me well! It works in a lot of situations, and I am grateful that I am able to adapt quickly, once I get my mind around something. However, when you are trying to get fit and lean, preparation is the ONLY way it is going to work, and stick. ONLY WAY.

Here are my problems. I hate cooking. HATE. IT. Give me a weeks worth of sick baby diapers, as in the gloppy, messy 5 times a day kind of sick diapers, rather than cook ONE meal. I really really really really hate it. How can that be? It is all the washing, cutting up and chopping, and and and and that cooking yummy healthy meals requires. Dumping it all together is easy. Hence why I love to bake.

How do I get around that? It is like toilets and you just slap on some gloves, your tiara, crank up the tunes, and dive in? The last time I had 'fun' (and I use that term VERY loosely) cooking dinner, was when I had two glasses of wine while I washed, chopped, and and and. Can't, and won't, drink that much wine every night AND get lean! Right!?!?! Hump. I hate cooking.

So fine, I get my big girl panties and pull them up real tight, right? Then God threw my son's eating issues at me. Blast. Can't get a leg up, ever, sometimes. No, not blaming God. I know He has a reason. I have seen Him work frustration, disaster, anger, and defeat into a cup running over in blessings enough in my life to know not to blame Him. But somehow I have to deal with both my son's food issues, and my hatred of cooking, without whining and griping, and actually DO IT.

At least I know that my WHOLE family LOVES LOVES LOVES to eat good, clean, healthy foods. I don't have that battle.

I hate cooking. Really, I do. Today, the only reason we ate at Sonic was because I didn't get around to making tea (for real, I need to buy another silly tea maker already) and I didn't want to feed Lucas a hot dog for the 3rd day in a row, while I eat nothing, because, you got it, I don't want to cook. Sad really. I am so pathetic. Can someone just come by and chop all the veggies? I don't mind putting everything together and even the actual cooking part is not bad. It is all the, wait for it, PREPARATION! BAH! That word follows me!