I am whooped. My kitchen has not seen that much action in the three years I’ve lived here. Heck, I don’t think my kitchen anywhere has ever seen that much action, at least not from me. LOL
I slaved for three hours cooking 11 meals to include salmon, scallops, ground chicken with taco flavor, sweet sausage, new potatoes, romaine lettuce, peas and Brussels sprouts. My feet are sore and my shoulders ache.
I don’t like to cook, never have and maybe just maybe someday I might tolerate it. I am a confirmed bachelorette. I go to the gym four or five times weekly for 90 minutes each day. When the gym was closed because of the virus, I walked almost daily, used hand weights and did an ab workout. Not the same as the gym. I also took up eating ice cream and lots of it, pizza, etc. I gained 30 pounds.
The other day I called my daughter teary-eyed and said, ‘I’m fat.’ She chuckled and said, ‘Mom, it’s your diet. I’ll help you.’ I went over to her house a few days later. We went grocery shopping and she cooked for me. We made 11 containers of food adding up to anywhere from 270 calories to 350 per container. We did it again together the next week. At that point, I had dropped eight pounds. I’m only allowed 1,200 calories per day and not to exceed 100 grams of protein.
Backstory: I was married to a chef for 25 years, so I got a little spoiled. Yes, I cooked for the kids – spaghetti, fried chicken strips (those were good), meatloaf, hamburgers, mac and cheese with little ham cubes – when he wasn’t home. They didn’t starve. LOL.
Last night was my first solo go. For the life of me, I could not figure the scale out. I had one pound of ground chicken. After cooking, I tried my darndest to weigh it out. It just wasn’t working, so I called my daughter. She put us on FaceTime. It took a minute for me to figure out how to flip the phone, so she could see the digital scale. ‘Add food. Keep going. There, that’s 4 ounces.’ I said, ‘There’s not that much meat left.’ It dawned on her, ‘Mom, it weighs less after cooking.’ Hello, Lori. LOL
As time went by, I got a little more comfortable with the whole idea of it. I thought if Sydney (my daughter) could see me now. Next thing I knew she was on the phone. She said I called her. I apologized, disconnected and continued dancing.
Toward the end, I had one last question for her. She didn’t answer. I thought she might be going to sleep. It was 8:50 p.m. After a while, I finally got it. I’m sure I will become sufficient with this. I’m hoping next week it won’t take as long.
I took a photo of my containers stacked in the frig. I decided I would wait until tomorrow to send it.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.