After I hit publish on my trip post, Hubby K and I went out straight to grocery store and Trader Joe’s to replenish our fridge. After coming back home and put the grocery away, I did my workout that I missed yesterday.
After that, I chugged down 1/2 baked sweet potato as my post workout snack and worked in the kitchen preparing the upcoming week meal. Technically speaking, I didn’t actually cook much stuff. Instead I just marinated a bunch of meat so I could cook them over the week. I did, however, cooked the rotisserie chicken which I marinated 2 days ago so at least I got some decent protein as part of my dinner, plus my failed attempt to make fritata with the remaining cooked ground beef (it ended up became scrambled egg with ground beef instead).
I’ll be honest here, don’t be fooled by the look of the chicken in this picture. I strategically took the picture from its best angle. The fact is, the other side of the chicken was totally burned, probably due to the marinate that I used or the temperature setting was a bit high in the beginning. Not to mention the chicken was still a bit red in the middle. But no worries, a 5 minute microwave zap fixed it.
But wait, where was the lunch????
I’m telling you, I didn’t have any proper meal since last night. Pretty much after my late “breakfast”, I only munched on banana chips, some macadamia nuts and my “hacked Larabar” as my meal for the entire day. That explained my crankiness before dinner. My body seriously craved proper meal (meat and veggies!). Don’t ask me how I survived my intense workout today. Truth to be told, I almost collapsed after I was done.
I feel like I couldn’t get anything done because I “lost” one of my weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed our time a lot yesterday: going out, travel and just relaxing. But at the same time, our usual weekend chores got neglected. Is it worth it? I’d say so, although I felt a bit cranky earlier.
I even told Hubby K that I just want to cook Primal meal enough for myself. He didn’t mind and actually he encouraged me to not worrying about him and Brother A (my little brother). He even offered to cook some food for him and Brother A so I don’t have to work too hard. Aaarggh, how nice of him! Sometimes I feel sorry for him having a whiny wife like me. C’mon, I only need to cook to feed 3 adults (me including) and I’m already feeling stressed out. To top it off both Hubby K and Brother A are not picky eaters either. Whatever I make, either good or not too good, they never utter a single complain about it. Should I say I’m lucky?
I’m so amazed with those who have kids for putting up with their needs. Seriously, how do you guys do it? Maybe that’s why I am not a parent or that child will hate me so much for neglecting him/her.
Anyway, enough rambling here! Have a great night!