A recent favorite has come into the rotation. I call it "greek chicken salad with cannelini beans." Basically, I roast chicken breast (bone in, skin on) in the oven and cut it up over either spinach or spring mix. I add feta, tomatoes, cucumber, kalamata olives, cannelini beans, and sometimes basil. I top with my recent favorite salad dressing: lemon juice and olive oil with salt and pepper.
I've been kind of off-the-wagon lately with my eating. Or at least dangling my legs off the side of the wagon and scuffing my shoes on the pavement every few hours. For the first time (maybe ever), I'm doing a weird oscillation between a healthy food/exercise routine and a junkfest. This week, for instance, I cooked a healthy dinner four times and I went for two bouts of running: one four mile walk/run and one two mile run run.
But it's Friday afternoon, and I want to eat JUNK. I'm not planning on caving, but let's just say I've got Junior Nachos on my mind (they are not in any way Junior). That damn Zippy's queso. Today has been okay so far, portion-wise, but not completely nutrient-rich. I had my usual coffee and egg on toast with Ski Queen. Then instead of the lunch I packed, I saw from my classroom window that one of the math teachers was hosting a barbeque out behind the gym. Of course I had to go check that out. He let me have a bratwurst on a hotdog bun. It was nice: I got to chill in a lawn chair and shoot the shit with him, another math teacher, and a coach. Then I had to go back to second hour. While sixth hour took their final, I ate a banana. During seventh hour, a kid brought me an Oreo ball.
Last night was junkfest. I ate crap again at yet another celebratory eating extravaganza (I sense a pattern). We had an OMC "meeting" at Parrain's. Over the course of about three hours I had a margarita and a beer, a few chargrilled oysters, a few boudin balls, a few pieces of fried alligator, a cup of tomato and crab bisque (with a bigass white breadstick), and half a fried oyster Caesar salad (but all of the oysters, of course). I told myself I wasn't going to do that. It's not the worst series of things I've ever eaten, but it bugs me that I consciously chose to eat or order all of it even though I didn't want to. Well, I guess a part of me didn't want to and another part of me said screw it, you want to eat it, so eat it. Then there's that stupid denial dance where I order soup and salad as a way to tell myself I can eat as much as I want of it because it's healthy (heavy whipping cream, seafood, white bread, fried shit, Caesar dressing). And some lame whitish lettuce. At least I'd gone for a run before all that mess.
I'm not suggesting that I should never eat good ole Cajun crap food. I think if I could do last night over again, I'd order less food and a different main course. With me, the whole issue with going out to eat is that it's hard for me to be okay with having less than I think I want. I think I'm missing out on something, I guess. But I just end up with a stomachache when I order and eat the food that I think will maximize my enjoyment.
I guess at home I'm more likely to eat for the purpose of nourishment, and in a restaurant, I'm eating for entertainment.
Speaking of margaritas, I made a pretty decent almost-all-natural frozen one Tuesday. (This recipe counts as a MIFGAE because it makes me feel good). Here's what I did:
- juice of two limes (and a few bits of lime zest)
- two shots of clear tequila (I used Sauza Hornitos this time)
- one shot of triple sec
- crushed ice
- one teaspoon of simple syrup (though really I think I just made watery sugar because I put one tsp. turbinado sugar and 1 tsp. of water together in the microwave)
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Immersion blender.
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