Excuses, not results...

I hope none of you read this blog because you love reading about really successful goal oriented people who lose lots of weight really fast. Because my Grandmother made a homemade apple pie with buttery crust and I ate a piece tonight... with ice cream. Also my mother left me home alone with no food in the house, so I had noodles with Alfredo sauce. And peas.

The peas were actually a big deal. I don't like to dirty extra pans (or any pans at all) when I cook, so the fact that I made veggies was like huge. Especially when you consider that the pasta was leftover and required no pans at all; just a plate and a microwave.

I think its totally ridiculous that I can love food as much as I do and yet have such a major aversion to cooking. I think I just have an aversion to things I am not good at. I like to go into things knowing I will most likely have success. Apparently, when I was a toddler, I didn't really toddle. I never really tried out walking. One day, I wanted something, and my mom was busy, so I got up and walked. My mom was shocked. Up to that moment, she probably thought I had some sort of learning disability because I wasn't trying to walk at all. She's never said as much, but she probably thought I was lazy.

Or perhaps I don't like to cook because I HATE doing dishes, and as I cook I just count all the plates, spoons and pots that I will have to clean later. In fact sometimes I just decide to simplify a recipe to avoid extra pans.

Maybe it's my lack of patience. As Brady has seen, I tend to eat the ingredients as we cook with them. If cheese is an ingredient, I'll just eat it all before it gets cooked. In fact a lot of times a block of cheese seems like a better dinner than whatever we are making because it requires no dishes. (If weight watchers was less touchy feely and had rules, one of them would be "Do not eat blocks of cheese." It would be on all the promotional materials.)

Or maybe I don't like to cook because my boyfriend is in culinary school and therefore there is no need for me to step up and be the chef of the family. I can go to work all day and make the money and he can stay at home in the kitchen. YES! Ideal life.

Anyway, my point is that food is awesome, and if anyone wants a job as my personal chef (and if you work for cheap) I will hire you. Or I will browbeat Brady into making me dinner.

And with that, I'm going to bed.