Sandra and I have adopted a Naughty Food Day edict that dictates one day a week can include naughty foods. This is the third week of enacting this edict and it has become clear that Sandra and I have differing views on what constitutes a "bad food day". I take it fairly literally, like I do, and intend it as a day that can include unhealthy decisions, like my weakness for Wing Stop. For me that means I tend to not eat much that day other than the meal that is going to be "bad".
For Sandra it means a collective of three meals of unhealthy choices, apparently not really needing to all be on the same day. The reasoning behind this is that smaller portions of bad will break down easier than large portions. I figure if one day of bad is stretched into many though, what is the difference between the bad and the supposed good/hopefully regular eating routine. We had to agree to disagree, but this reminds me of living with my mom and her attempt to eat healthy followed by late night snacking and lot of chocolate. It isn't that bad, but it runs along those lines of denial and producing opportunities to be deluded.
Sandra may have snagged a job so we went out to celebrate. Mother's Cafe and Garden, a vegetarian/vegan restaurant I've been wanting to go to, was such a good choice. We shared one of their fruit smoothies, a papaya/orange/banana mix that was fairly delicious. Then I had the Spinach Lasagna and she had the Mushroom Stroganoff and we sampled each other's plates and agreed on the greatness. We were wise and knew when to quit and put aside the entrees for some dessert and indulged in a blueberry pie for me and a chocolate peanut butter pie for her. All vegan, it was fairly remarkable, and we swapped our plates toward the end to really appreciate both treats. A really rich flavor of peanut on hers made it at once disconcerting and intriguing. We took a menu home in anticipation of upcoming cool nights and soup cravings since we didn't get to try any this go around.
For Sandra it means a collective of three meals of unhealthy choices, apparently not really needing to all be on the same day. The reasoning behind this is that smaller portions of bad will break down easier than large portions. I figure if one day of bad is stretched into many though, what is the difference between the bad and the supposed good/hopefully regular eating routine. We had to agree to disagree, but this reminds me of living with my mom and her attempt to eat healthy followed by late night snacking and lot of chocolate. It isn't that bad, but it runs along those lines of denial and producing opportunities to be deluded.
Sandra may have snagged a job so we went out to celebrate. Mother's Cafe and Garden, a vegetarian/vegan restaurant I've been wanting to go to, was such a good choice. We shared one of their fruit smoothies, a papaya/orange/banana mix that was fairly delicious. Then I had the Spinach Lasagna and she had the Mushroom Stroganoff and we sampled each other's plates and agreed on the greatness. We were wise and knew when to quit and put aside the entrees for some dessert and indulged in a blueberry pie for me and a chocolate peanut butter pie for her. All vegan, it was fairly remarkable, and we swapped our plates toward the end to really appreciate both treats. A really rich flavor of peanut on hers made it at once disconcerting and intriguing. We took a menu home in anticipation of upcoming cool nights and soup cravings since we didn't get to try any this go around.
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