We're back down here in the loverly South, and I'm more than a little conflicted about that. Most likely due, in no small way, to the fact that there's no food in my house to eat. At least, not breakfast food. I've heard about these places, called Su-pear Mar-Keats, places where there is food for the buying, but I'm not sure about them, so I'm going to stay home and starve.
Actually, I'm headed out to do the food shopping here in just a little bit, but first I had to make a list of what we're going to eat this week. Menu planning, you know. The fun stuff! Handsome has been asking me to make him healthy meals lately. And I have been, but I haven't really been paying a ton of attention to it, and I definitely have not been keeping track of how many WW points each serving is.
I mean, thats hard. And not something that I want, so it was easy to ignore.
Notice the past tense, there. WAS easy to ignore.
During our trip home, Handsome experienced some new found freedom, with regards to his face.
That's right. This is 8 days growth. He didn't shave, not a once.
Let me just say, I'm not a fan of the bearded man. Not mine, anyhow.
Luckily for me, (or so I thought) he would have to shave for work, so I didn't really fuss at him about it. If outside forces will accomplish what I want, and I don't have to nag, the more's the better! So I'm just letting this whole hairy face thing ride, and waiting until we got back to SC, when he'd have to shave and we'd be back in business - the fresh face business. So imagine my surprise last night when H come's out of the shower looking like this:
It would seem that mustaches are allowed in the fire service (at least, in his departments). And he's decided to keep it. I can get rid of it, but there's a stipulation. Similar to a buck beard, or a play-off 'stache, this mustache is here to stay until... H reaches his goal weight. He has given me total say-so over what food he puts in his mouth, once I promised I wouldn't starve him. You know. Because I'm apt to do something like that. We're starting out T-17 lbs.
Lets just say that this has worked out exactly as he hoped, and I've approached H's
dieting new eating style with renewed vigor. So here's the menu for the week. I've listed the points values, per serving, mostly for my own good [ S: serves P: points]. Also, if something can be low-fat or fat-free, I've most likely planned on making it that way (and that difference is reflected in the points value).
One last question: A person can drop 17 lbs in a week without losing an appendage, right? I don't know how long I can bear, what I've taken to calling, his moles-stache. Because its creepy. He asked last night if I thought it would be a good idea to let his nose hairs grow out. You know, to add fullness to the top of the 'stache. So that gets me to thinking, what in the human body weighs approximately, oh, I don't know, 17 pounds??? Help may be necessary.
Friday: Meatball Subs. I'm going to try and make my own rolls today. I don't know how it will go. I'm a little bit scared of yeast, we fight sometimes. But I'm going to try. I'll probably break out some veggie sticks to eat with this. You know, all fancy and julienne'd or something. [S: 8 P: 9]
Saturday: Philly Steak & Cheese Calzone. I'm excited about this one. I'm not a fan of Philly, but this isn't real Philadelphia anyhow, since I'm going to use real cheese. In case you didn't know, authentic Philly Steak subs use cheese whiz. FYI & FTR. [S: 8 P: 12]
Sunday: Jalapeno Chicken Poppers. Yum. Probably going to pair this with some corn on the cob, and then get my nomnomnom on. [S: 6 P: 7]
Monday: Chicken Enchilada Pasta. It would seem that I'm featuring Mel's Kitchen Cafe this week. I just got on her site and couldn't stop picking out recipes to try. Check her out here! [S: 8 P: 12]
Tuesday: Kansas City Slow Chicken with Zucchini Corn Bread Casserole. One: I love my slow cooker, and now that I'm not working 12-hour days, I can use it. Plus, school starts this week, which just screams slow cooker to me. Two: Make this corn bread zuchhini casserole thingy. Please. Its wonderful. Tastes like hush puppies, but, here's the kicker, ITS NOT BAD FOR YOU! I was going to claim that it was good for you, but I don't know that for sure. "not bad" is enough for me, its so delicious. [S: 6 P: 8] [S: 9 P: 6]
Wednesday: Italian Chicken Bake. I'm not sure about the dimensions on this one, as far as how much it makes. I think I'll try and feed 4 with it, and hopefully have too much. Doesn't it sound easy & delicious?? [S: 4 P: 10].
Thursday: Light Chicken CoDoBlo. I don't know that I've ever had real chicken cordon bleu. Maybe once at a band dinner, but I'm pretty sure anything served in a highschool cafeteria doesn't count. This stuff, though, this is good. I might try and make it like Mel does here, rather than rolling it. The jury is still out. Tune in next week. [S: 4 P: 7]
I've also got some big plans for breakfast this week. My plan is, if H eats a good breakfast, it sets a good tone for the day. We'll see how that goes.
Welsh Cakes [S: 36 P: 3]
Not-my-mom's Baked Oatmeal [S: 12 P: 9]
Zucchini Pancakes [S: 6 P: 3]
Egg Muffin Cups [S: 6 P: 4]
Steel Oats Apple Bake [S: 1 P: 9]
As well as some recipes waiting in the wings for next week:
Now I've just got to survive the shopping trip with my sanity, wallet, and rumbling stomach intact. Here's hoping!
Contemplating Enchilada Sauce for Breakfast,