Photo Credit: Jahzara the Savvy Diva
Since the rise of the New Year, I’ve jumped on the self-awareness train to rid my body of its current astronomical BMI by decreasing the amount of food I salivate over. Of course, many who really know the real me, know that the decision comes with much turmoil and broken promises as I battle up in armed gear to fight off the sugar warriors and cupcake fairies. I’m never eager to admit to defeat to sugary toppings of puffed out butter crème icing, but I’ll take one for my imaginary team.
Over the past three months, I’ve read, copied, pasted and scanned so many meal plans for minimal consumption towards the road of victory. In order to muster up for the self-initiated roll call, I decided to take the plunge into a committed relationship with my growing belly and face the rigorous order of planning meals that consisted of palm sized portions of proteins, vegetables and carbohydrates for successful loss. However, the “Savvy Diva” audience knows that I am not a domestic diva who mulls over the hot stove to satisfy any craving, whether healthy or sugary.
Today at work I began to prepare for lunch by retrieving my lunch bag from the refrigerator. I opened my shopping bag of goods and pulled out all of my “Gladware” containers marked for each of the five-day work week, each containing nicely sliced roasted chicken – which I will never admit whether the chicken was purchased from the grocery store already cooked or if I actually participated in the deed. But my secret probably won’t hold up long since I was startled by my two friends’ hysterical laughter outpouring behind me while I took delight in rationing off my daily meals by unscrewing the tops off of the canned string beans and sweet potatoes.
I’m still not sure what the fuss is all about, the small portions of planned meals still count, even if they’re not entirely fresh – my meal plan is fresh enough for me.