It’s Friday night. It’s 8pm. My willpower to NOT drink 2 (or 3) glasses of wine with a bag of dill pickle chips is decreasing hour-by-hour. I actually thought to myself in the last 15 minutes: only 3 hours to bedtime. Yes. It’s Friday night and I’m longing to go to bed – as fast as possible. This cannot be what healthy eating is all about. Well, actually it is when you have diehard habits screaming their bloody heads off. I have promised myself that I will get through this weekend, just one weekend, without diving my face into a pile of peanut butter M&M’s à la Al Pacino in Scarface.
I have nothing to complain about, I should be out enjoying life and health on this beautiful 20 degree Friday night – the food today was fantastic and I ate it one delicious bowl at a time.
The best by far was a decision I made to do a little grain bowl reconnoissance. I love quinoa “salad” bowl for lunch. I made my way to Kensington Market in the hopes of picking up a few tips from some master vegan artists at Urban Herbivore. You get a choice of 7 different types of grain and then an astounding 27 different choices for your veggie additions (6 of them!) and then a homemade dressing. It’s ahhhmazing and I have a new cache of some super toppings. (You can see their full choice offering on their website under “Bowls”)
1 cup almond milk
1 MacIntosh apple
1 cup Quinoa-Beluga Lentils
Red Wine-Dijon Dressing
2 Bok Choy Sliced
Soy Marinated Tofu
1 tsp Olive oil
Red Pepper Flakes
David’s Teas: Cool Cactus Green Tea
1 tsp honey
This is not even everything that I ate today. Friday? Why you so hard?
I visited another mom this morning and our (not to sound biased or anything) astoundingly beautiful children played together while we ate carrot-zuchinni-cashew bread and I received my first lessons in how to use a pressure cooker (future cooking excitement!). After leaving our lovely play date, I needed more of something. A patio, I think. I chose the best thing I could find and justify. A cafe patio where I had a soy latte. There was so much love and attention in that cup.
It was just like sitting on a warm day patio drinking white wine except without the wine. I can actually have wine, but only 2 glasses once a week. So, I have to ask myself in that moment, “am I really going to drink wine with only the company of my 5 month old daughter?” That’s a little weird; I’ll just continue to save the wine moment.
Just three more hours and I’m one day closer to not feeling like this on the weekends when I’m just a wonderfully healthy eater who doesn’t think twice about an entire bag of dill pickle chips and a pile of M&M’s. I’m getting there, one bowl, latte, glass of tea at a time.