This week, I have mostly eaten beige food. It started well at the weekend, with a blowout BBQ, and homemade German potato salad (the secret is boiled eggs and gerkins). A real highlight was midweek, when I ate saveloy and chips – it was delicious. I very generously shared about 5 chips with my 5 year old. Thank god the 2 year old was asleep already, as I’m not sure I would have been prepared to share any further. I was already sharing a box of spicy deep fried chicken wings with my husband, and negotiated for the last one (arguing that my saveloy and chips was smaller than his kebab – never mind that he’s a foot taller than me).
Yesterday, when I reached for an M&S ham and mushroom tagliatelle (a staple ready meal from my lazy pie eating university days), I realised that I hadn’t eaten a home cooked meal in about 5 days. Opps.
Since last July, I’ve lost a dress size, mainly thanks to a militant focus on my diet, being good every 4 out of 7 days, and cauliflower. But it’s so easy to fall off the wagon. Whenever I’m feeling knackered or stressed, my autopilot kicks in, and I crave comfort food (aka carbs) and sugar. This week, I’ve washed down all that beige food with full fat Fanta! Whilst my cravings were momentarily satisfied, my gut has not been happy, and my skin and mood are paying the price!
After months training myself to eat well i.e. upping my vegetable intake, reducing my carb intake and avoiding processed food, I fell off the bandwagon big time. And I feel worse for it.
I must learn that if I’m reaching for the frankfurters and Fanta, I need to press pause. I’m the kind of person who likes to get things done. I’m a ‘starter finisher’, hold myself to a ridiculously high standard, and am impatient. The other day I congratulated myself for speed walking to the shops to buy various ready meals for the next 2 days and selecting backpacks for my kids (I sped through John Lewis, H&M and Paperchase looking for backpacks, before finally settling on Smiggle), and then raced home to join a conference call. I did all of that in 30 minutes (including spending 5 minutes silently fuming for joining the slow queue at the supermarket instead of using the self-checkout).
Now that I’ve had a day to decompress from trying to be superhuman (partly forced because I’m so knackered), I am reminded that self care isn’t selfish. In my rush to be a perfect employee and a perfect mum, I’ve forgotten to prioritise my own needs. I have this inbuilt feeling that self-care is selfish, and actually it’s both vital for my wellbeing, and that of my family. If mum ain’t happy, nobody is!
So, in my effort to look after my needs, I didn’t take my kids to ballet or Rainbows (aka Brownies), and today, I mostly vegetated on the sofa with my 2 year old climbing all over me. I also ate a very comforting stir fry of chicken mince (good stuff from the butcher’s, not the grey stuff from the supermarket), green beans, roast cherry tomatoes and mushrooms. I then made a comforting Chinese bone broth in the pressure cooker. I’m starting to feel a bit more human now, and am really looking forward to date night at Roux at the Landau tomorrow, followed by a massage and facial on Sunday!
Note to self: teach the kids the importance of regular facials both for vanity and wellbeing purposes!