Thanks for playing along last week. All surround sound bashing aside, it was a good reminder that design involves figuring out a way to make both people in a relationship happy with the home they share. It’s not always easy – but definitely possible!
Onto more pressing issues this week…
Truth: I miss pizza. Since going dairy free nearly two months ago for the sake of our sensitive lil’ Mabrey, I’ve found some palatable alternatives to most of my favorite dairy foods. And it’s not nearly as difficult as I thought it would be. But the one thing I’m having a hard time giving up is pizza. Or, as HH likes to call it, ‘the perfect food.’ One day last week while driving in the car, out of nowhere the pizza devil voice in my head said “What I wouldn’t give for a warm, gooey, greasy, cheesy pizza.” Ugh.
I’ve substituted most of my dairy cheese with goat cheese…on salads, pitas, tacos, crackers, etc. Don’t get me wrong. It’s delicious. But it can’t compare to melted, stretchy mozzarella or cheddar. Oh, cheese, why must you fall into the dairy category?
The chicken bacon artichoke take ‘n’ bake pizza from Papa Murphy’s helps ease the pain a little. I get it with olive oil and garlic {instead of the creamy garlic sauce} and without parmesan. It’s incredible.
I eat it with a dollop of Toffuti’s better than sour cream. Don’t let that picture fool you. Those were my first two slices. Three more pieces quickly followed.
While the artichoke pizza is delish, it does nothing for my true pizza cravings. Last night I dreamt I was eating real pizza with real cheese. There was a string of cheese from my mouth to the pizza slice I was eating and it kept getting longer and longer and I kept slurping it up. It was never ending. Never ending melted cheese. That’s what fills my dreams nowadays.
Truth: That’s me today. Coming to you *almost* live from my kitchen. I have yet to organize the glass front cabinets.
Truth: I haven’t worked out once since Mabrey was born. And I desperately want to. Not to lose weight. Good genes, exclusive breastfeeding and eliminating dairy from my diet has helped get me back to my pre-pregnancy weight. But the consistency of my body {hello, doughy stomach and flat mom butt, I’m talking to you guys}, is like nothing I’ve experienced before. I sure haven’t bounced back from #3 like I did with #1 and #2. I’m not overly self conscious of my postpartum body, it’s just something that I’d like to work on. Plus, I always feel better when I’m working out regularly. I have more energy. We take family walks and I’m constantly moving doing something with one of the kids or working on the house. But those activities don’t really target my belly or butt.
How can I not find 30 minutes twice weekly to do some toning exercises?! That would be a good start. Any suggestions? I tried doing squats while calming Mabrey before I lay her down for naps but it turns out she thinks going up and down is funny. And it’s hard to ‘shhhhhhh’ when I’m breathing heavily. Now, there’s a visual.
Oh well. Good thing I have a baby to hold in front of my belly.
Truth: If I hear that damn gummy bear song one more time, I will rip my ears off. How can such a bad song be so catchy?!
images: Dana Miller for House*Tweaking
family life, food