I have to cook for three teenage boys.
I do. I fight not to have the carbs they need.
I stay beneath calorie count.
I’ve learned a lot from Kathleen, from our healthy meals, our daily treks on the sand.
But I’m disappointed when I climb the big hill by my house, that long mile that ascends. I look at Jerry and laugh. “I guess I’m still not in as good as shape as I thought I was back at sea level.”
Yup. I’m back home.
A mile high.
Real Time Update:
It was so much easier to eat low calorie when I didn’t have to worry about growing boys. I still struggle with this issue.
What About You?
How do you stay on the weight loss journey when you’re around others who need more calories than you do–especially if you’re the cook?
Tagged: back home, candle light, carbs, losing weight while cooking for the family, readjusting to real life, teenage boys, walking
Its easy for me as I just have to cook for myself. But how do you do it Paula you are at a BeNew convention and you still write your blog. I love it!!! Have fun Ok and I do hope there are movies of your modeling along with everyone else. Wish I could be there!!!
I just scheduled it ahead of time, Rosemary. ;o) The BeNew celebration last night was fantastic.I had so much fun and dug deep to find the inner ham. She’s easily accessible in familiar crowds . . . but it’s been a long time since i needed to be a ham on stage! It felt great.
Lately I’ve been cooking everything from scratch trying to use fresh healthy ingredients. My men are both skinnies who eat loads but I give them bigger portions, especially of the carb stuff. They don’t really notice that the food is lower in fat and sugar but p, even though they’re thin I guess it must be doing their health good too 🙂
Thank you for your thoughts, Marie. I think we have a similar situation going. My boys are not overweight–but they eat more than anybody we’ve been around–even other teenage boys! I love the potatoes and pasta and stuff like that that they need, but I don’t need the calories. I’ve done as you have and just tried to eat less of it . . .
Sometimes, when they break out the biscuit tin, I could strangle them! Lol (that’s cookies by the way)
You make me smile, Marie. I hear ya. And I love that you are so far away across the ocean where cookies are biscuits and we get to be friends. My son made blueberry scones today . . and yes, I had one.