Confession: It is really hard to have a food blog when you’re trying to lose weight. There’s a Biggest Loser competition going on at work, and we’re in the home stretch. The final weigh-in is about two weeks away. There’s some pretty great prizes at stake, so naturally, I want to win! And since Shawn just left, now is the perfect time for me to kick it into overdrive. I’ve made a commitment to hit the gym hard and track every calorie with MyFitnessPal.
But like I said, it’s hard to have a food blog when I’m dieting especially because I tend to eat pretty boring – lots of egg whites, Kashi Go Lean, protein smoothies, chicken breast, broccoli, green beans, peanut butter, same ol’, same ol’. And eating out? Yeah. Usually doesn’t happen because I lack this thing called “self-control”.
I’m just going to come right out and say it: I hate chicken salad. And egg salad. And potato salad. Actually, I think the more precise thing to say is that I hate any sort of “salad” that involves globs of mayo. Ewwww. Just gross.
I’ve been kinda sorta on a diet lately. My boyfriend will be home soon (yay!), and I can be a little bit on the narcissistic side at times (gasp!). So for the past few weeks it’s been lots of lean protein, lots of veggies, and some healthy whole grains here and there. But a girl can only eat chicken breast so many times before she’s ready to fly the coop (too cheesy?).
Ever have one of those days where you just want to drown in a bucket of fried chicken? & throw some cheese on it? Yeah. Me neither. Good thing or else my skinny jeans would never fit. Believe it or not, that wasn’t sarcasm. I think I read somewhere once that Michael Clarke Duncan (big guy from The Green Mile) would eat fried chicken with a slice of American cheese melted on top. Mmm… Saturated fat.
How is it November already? Granted, I’m thrilled because that means cooler weather & the holidays approaching, but this year has FLOWN by. Surely I’m not the only one who feels that way. But really? How on earth is it time for Starbucks to be passing out the red cups?
Upon our arrival in Paris, we could only think about one thing: Food.
After we checked into our hotel, we walked to the first little café we could find. The waiter spoke broken English & I speak very broken French, therefore I knew whatever ended up on our table would be a surprise. He suggested I get the special & I shrugged my head & obliged:
Hey! I’m Stacey, also known as Starpulp around the interwebs. I’ve been asked by the lovely Devon to put together a post for her while she’s out being fabulous and running around monuments and stuff. lucky bitch.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s eating like I’m single.. because I’m not.
What did I used to eat when I was single?
A Jennie-O Frozen Turkey Patty sauteed in a pan w/ a side of steamed broccoli.
Seriously, almost every night. Yum.
But not really something I can make on a regular night or I just might end up single again.
So I cook yummy food. Problem is, once I get off work around 5:30 and go for a run for about an hour and walk the dog and check the mail and whatever else stuff I have to do, it’s usually almost 8pm. (how do people with kids do it, seriously??) So the last thing I want to do at this point is make something that takes forever to prep and cook. In fact, I’m usually about to chew my arm off by this point and need food…STAT.
Thankfully I’ve learned a trick or two over the years.. and I try to incorporate that into fun, fancy recipes I find online to speed the whole process up a bit.
For some reason unknown to me, I had a craving for black beans, sweet potato, and chicken. I swear I’ve never actually eaten this combination on the same plate in my life ever.
Then I found this in my email – Jerk Chicken Casserole.