This is going to be so so much harder than I thought it was going to be. I mean, I knew it would be hard, but this is next level hard. Planning the shopping list took multiple hours across multiple days. Shopping itself took 3x longer than it usually does (and cost twice as much); and prep… well, let’s just say that even with Olivia’s help, I’ve admitted defeat for the day and will continue to prep items through the week.
I know things will get easier as we progress. (They have to, right? Right?)
It’s hysterically ironic that in my effort to release control, I’ve taken on a diet that requires precision to a point of obsessive. I brought a scale with me to the grocery store, for crying out loud. Am I replacing lack of control in one area of my life with another I can control? I suppose that’s the point (control what I can); but the verdict is out on how sustainable this will be. I’ll sidebar that for my therapist.
Some things I’ve already learned:
- Conversions are a pain in the ass. And I completely messed mine up this week. (I’m returning 3 heads of extra lettuce from an already obscene amount of greens, AND I didn’t even buy as much as I was supposed to, because I kept thinking to myself, “That’s a lot of lettuce.”)
So you don’t make my mistake, when converting cups to ounces, make sure you use the dry measurement. Because it’s half what the liquid equivalent would be. (Dry = 4oz; wet = 8oz.) You’re welcome.
- I don’t trust other people’s plans. I hoped following someone else’s meal plans would remove a bulk of the work, and if I followed blindly, that might be true, but I’m married to Kenji, so that means I need to have facts and figures, and rock-solid data. During my lettuce fiasco, I figured out the macros listed in the recipe didn’t match my tracker (MyFitnessPal), which now has me second guessing everything else on the menu.
So… Fuck it, I’ll make it work this week and reevalute for week 2. This is a process, and not one that I’ll be “good at” right away. There’s going to be a learning curve as we navigate this new reality.
UGH. SO much spinach. Sonofabitch.