Today was busy, busy, busy. I've walked 3.32 miles, taken 7,718 steps, gone up and down 29 flights of stairs. I've mediated family drama, taken my mother to the doctor, ate lunch with my brother and his wife, and recertified in BLS for work. Add in 2 trips to the grocery, too!
Then I came home and cooked a fabulous supper of taco meat with seasoning made from scratch, lots of fresh chopped peppers, tomatoes, and onions. Served with greek yogurt, whole wheat tortillas, and Mexican cheese. I even livened up some jar salsa with fresh pico de gallo and served that with multi-grain tortilla chips.
I haven't eaten any of that yet. Just not hungry, 10 hours after lunch. And OMG what a lunch it was! 900 calories and I do not feel ashamed, it was worth it.
My brother and his wife took me to a local place, I couldn't measure the food so I estimated the portions, and I had to really browse the nutrition tracker and the recipe database to find calorie counts that seemed to fit this kind of home cooking. So no dollar for accuracy today. Again, I say it was worth it! I had creamed sweet corn, black-eyed peas, red beans and rice, and a slice of garlic bread. All made from scratch in a kitchen so clean you could lick the sink. My brother had the jambalaya and his wife had some kind of spicy pasta dealie. I do not have words in me to describe how good it all tasted. Then the owner dropped by the table with small servings of peach cobbler on the house: made with fresh peaches, not swimming in syrup, buttery crust that just melted when you put it in your mouth. It was a heresy, but we did not have the sweet tea that is traditional with such a meal, because really we had to draw the line somewhere, lol! Ice water was fine for such a hot day and rich meal.
We ate like this every day, growing up. Then again, our people were farmers and laborers. "I feel like I could go work on the back forty," my brother said as we finished our cobbler. I laughed at him and told him he'd have to change out of his lawyer clothes first. We're the prosperous ones, the ones who went to college, the ones who have gotten fat. Our jobs are indoors, and the last time I walked a fence-line was 30 years ago. We can't eat like that any more. Oh, but we did today! And it was glorious.
Later in the day, the drama-bomb went off, but I sailed along on wings made of andouille sausage. I was fueled like a locomotive, I straightened the curves and flattened the hills. TCOB, baby!
A burger and fries from a drive-through will give you about 900 calories, and you're hungry 4 hours later. That is just insane. There is a lesson to be taken from that. It's bad to eat like a farmer when you aren't one, but it's worse to subsist on crap food.