Last week, I gave y’all a little update on the end
of the word as we know it of my daily calorie tracking. After realizing it had become a near obsession that stripped me of time, energy, and joy in food for food’s sake, I have been working towards reclaiming the notion that food is fun, eating is easy, and creativity can re-emerge in the kitchen when you start to let go of the restrictive numerical concepts.
One of the goals I expressed to y’all during Jenn‘s What I Ate Wednesday party last week was breaking out of my ‘same old, same old’ cycle of foods whose (caloric) numbers I knew by heart, and focused instead on what I truly WANTED to eat. I have been trying to make like Elvis and get ‘all shook up’ with my routine.
One morning, I decided I wanted brown rice.
And my poor travel bug–bowl [slash] mug–was neglected yet again when a craving for both crisp and creamy–and toast–resulted in me packing up a different container…
One morning, I decided I really did want oats…but as the scent of stew being created at the hands of my roommate wafted through our house, I decided that savory was the way to go.
And then there was the morning when all I wanted was a super giant pancake.
Of course, now that I’m flirting with the incredible edibles again, I couldn’t let Easter go by without an Easter EGG.
Obviously, my oats have been suffering from lack of attention, but we’re not quite ready for a complete break-up, yet.
After all, (occasional) absence makes the
stomach heart grow fonder, right?