My bedhead and I really, really wanted to get more sleep. I hope all you beautiful Internet people out there got more sleep than I did. I will neither confirm nor deny that this is my third cup of coffee this morning, in my desperate attempt to pump enough caffeine into my bloodstream to jumpstart my brain. Sure, I stayed up until after midnight, hanging out with the fam and enjoying the movie, but the plan was to sleep in until 8am, not wake up at 5:15am. And I’ll bet you real money that when my alarm goes off at 8, I’ll still be the only one up. They’ll all sleep in. Not. Fucking. Fair.
My daily mindfulness meditation practice has helped me a lot with being able to fall asleep quickly. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to help as much with getting back to sleep if I wake up too early. And seriously, 4 hr 18 min is not enough sleep. But you get what you get, right?
My second attempt at a frittata was definitely an improvement, but I’m still not entirely sold. At least not when it comes to cooking for one. Or even two. If you’re whipping up breakfast for a half dozen people, I can see the advantage over an omelette. But I’m not giving up yet.
I used a smaller pan, so the whole thing was thicker than the last one. And would’ve been even thicker if I’d remembered to use 4 eggs like last time, but I’m pretty sure I only used three. Dammit! And I chopped the potatoes into much smaller pieces, which was better (which is probably why the original recipe calls for them to be chopped finely!) I’m still not sure they add a lot to the dish (I mean, starchy carbs and bulk, obviously), so I might skip them for the next try. Onions, ham, mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, spinach and a couple of sundried tomatoes (not the kind in oil), too. Oh, and two slices of low-fat cheese on top. I ate two slices (half the frittata) so that’s 4 points.
I wasn’t entirely confident I’d get it out of the skillet without it breaking, so I took a pic before I tried. I’m pretty sure that if you pull out a bigger version of this to dish up to a hungry bunch of people in the morning, they’re going to be pretty damned happy.
But I got it out alright, and this is what I actually ate. If I’d left it in the oven for another couple of minutes, I might’ve got a few more crispier edges (definitely the tastiest bits), but I didn’t want to overcook it. I’m going to freeze the other half, and see if I can successfully thaw and reheat it.
Threw together a quick fried rice with ham, onions, mushrooms, carrots, capsicum, red chilli, green and red cabbages, spinach, prawns, egg, and shallots on top. A little soy sauce, sesame oil, and sriracha for flavour, added just at the finish. Not my best, but tasty enough.
I went for a big walk around part of the ANU campus this afternoon, and for the last half of it, and all during the drive home, I kept thinking about how much I wanted to eat an apple. These Granny Smiths are damned near perfect. Beautifully crisp and the perfect balance of tart and sweet.
I stuck to the plan and cooked a steak, some pasta (it looks naked, but it’s not), and some green beans. I thought I had the timing down, so that the pasta would be al dente (it was), the steak would be medium-rare (it was), but I didn’t pay attention to the green beans, and they could’ve used another minute of steam. They were just a little too crunchy. But overall, it was fine. 3 points for the steak, 2 points for the pasta, 0 points for the steamed green beans, and that’s 5 points for the meal, bringing the total for the day so far to 10.
And a scoop of Tilly’s Silky Salted Caramel ice cream to finish the day. 3 points brings my total to 13. I also ended the day with around 11,500 steps, including my 45-minute, 4300-step walk around campus, when I apparently spent 86% of the time in my “fat burning zone”.
I know that so much of the content I’m posting here is the numbers and bad pics of the food I’m eating, but the thing I probably actually think about the most over the course of the day is how much different I feel, mentally and emotionally, compared to a few months, and even a few weeks, ago. Every day I’m more convinced that the main obstacle to long-term weight loss, or any sort of sustained effort to get healthier, is related to mental health. Over the years I’ve been going to Weight Watchers meetings, I’ve heard so many comments from people whose partners and families make it harder for them. Either directly, through sabotaging efforts (deliberate or otherwise), or more indirectly by just helping create an environment that makes it hard to sustain the effort to change habits.
Yes, I think I’m finding it easier to work on building better habits because I’m currently feeling better emotionally. I think the antidepressants are helping (but I wouldn’t have started taking them again if I weren’t already feeling better emotionally). But it’s also a lot easier because my family is helping. And part of that is because I’ve done a better job of talking to them about how they can help. By being honest with them when I’m struggling. And another part of it is because things have been reasonable settled these last few weeks. No big dramas or crises. A fairly settled routine. I know, from my own experiences and others’, that it’s sooooo much harder to make positive changes in your life when everything around you is chaotic and stressful. I know this relatively-easy stretch can’t last for ever, but I’m going to try to make the most of it while I can, and I’m trying to put myself in a better position to weather the storms when they come.
Song of the Day
Spotify decided that I needed to hear this song, and it wasn’t wrong.
Most of the music of my early childhood was country, but there was also a fair share of classic rock and roll (Elvis, Chuck Berry, etc) and southern soul from arists like Sam & Dave, Little Richard, and Wilson Pickett. I’ve known most of Pickett’s big hits for as long as I can remember, but somehow I’ve never heard this song, and didn’t know that he did an awesome cover of The Beatles’ “Hey Jude“. Awesome, awesome stuff!