Okay, that’s not the worst weigh in I’ve ever had, so I’ll take it. I tried not tracking this week to see how I would do and I guess I haven’t mastered it. Although I did end up sticking to my menu for the most part, there were still a couple of big meals and desserts that I ate too much of (like the Summer Pineapple Bundt Cake)!
This week is going to be pretty busy, although not as busy as last week. And in case you forgot, the 5K is on FRIDAY! The parentals and my godmother and her family are coming up to cheer us on, so I’m super excited! I promised good cooking, so I’m gonna grill a bunch of chicken with my two awesome marinades, the Savory Marinade and the Saucy Italian Marinade. I’ll also do some burgers and make a huge batch of the Southwestern Black Bean Salad! There will be other goodies too. I’m sure of it
Anyway, here’s the menu for the week!
Monday: Shrimp & Sauteed Veggies over Spaghetti and Salad
Tuesday: Wild Rice-Squash Risotto, Everyday Adobo Chicken and Roasted Garlic Brussels Sprouts
Wednesday: Spicy Peanut Noodle with Shrimp and Bokchoy Salad
Thursday: Grilled Cheese Naan and Tomato Soup
Friday: all the chicken, burgers and black bean salad i can possibly make!
Saturday: Parent’s Choice!
Sunday: Seasoned Shrimp Skewers and Teriyaki Broccoli
On another note, I realized this weekend that one of my most favorite foods of the past and I have to bid a sweet and spicy goodbye.
Dear General Tsao’s Chicken,
I have always loved you, my friend. I cannot begin to count the number of times that your savoriness has filled every last remaining open space in my
heart stomach. You’ve comforted me when I’ve been sad and lonely, celebrated with me when I’ve accomplished small goals and stayed by my side at parties where everyone else is dancing the stir-fried noodle.
I thought we could be friends forever, but this past weekend you proved to me that it just isn’t possible. I can’t trust your deep-fried nature and neither can my stomach. The sticky sweetness you’ve shown me so often has become too dangerous to “take out”. Saturday night, as I met with Mr. John, I felt so much distress and unease at the fact that I really have no idea where you come from. You appear to be real chicken, but I just don’t know anymore! The true essence of you has disappeared; deep-fried and sauced into oblivion.
This is our goodbye. I can only look at you from a distance now. I have decided to move onto more wholesome, tasty dishes that aren’t afraid to show me who they really are. In my life, I need all white-meat chicken and lots of veggies with a bit more spice, but who aren’t as saucy. I need honesty in my relationship with food. I cannot play this ridiculous guessing game anymore! So, goodbye. I will most certainly miss you, but I know that there are better things waiting for me in the future. There could be better things in YOUR future too. Oh, and get rid of Ms.G. She treats you like crap, but you just keep going back for more.