Second Attempt – Sticking to a Meal Plan

My last couple of posts have been a bit of a public confession: I have a horrible time Sticking to a Meal Plan. Fast Food is my nemesis. I hate to cook. But I’m trying it again this week – I want to prove to myself that I can stick to a meal plan. We’re almost at the end of the week. Only one more meal to make, and like the Little Engine that Could, I’m chugging along telling myself “I think I can, I think I can.” But only time will tell. Here’s how it’s gone so far:

SundayHope’s End Stew was a success! Though it’s hard to mess that one up, unless I just don’t make it. I used cubed stew meat, baby carrots, and russet potatoes, and a new (as in new to us) wine that we found called Hope’s End. I’m not a connoisseur by any means, but I would use the wine again for stew, and not so much for accompaniment. It’s a smooth wine that goes down easy, but doesn’t have much bite to it, if that makes sense. But the stew was yummy and smelled great cooking!

Monday – I made my own version of Pan Seared Pork Chops, Checker’s Frozen Seasoned Fries, canned green beans, mushrooms sliced and fried in the pork chop pan with minced onion. After I’m done cooking all but two of the pork chops and the mushrooms, I then cooked two pork chops for my husband along with the sauerkraut. He is the ONLY one who likes sauerkraut, though my 13 year old son was willing to try the sauerkraut again, but said that Dad could have it all.

Tuesday – My daughter came home from school on Monday with a fever and sore throat, and by Tuesday morning, was in full-blown flu mode. She didn’t have much appetite. I only had enough Leftover Stew for 2 people, and I didn’t feel like going to the effort to boil more potatoes to stretch the stew into enough Hash for 4 people. So, my husband brought home fast food for my son and I, and I reheated the stew for my husband and daughter. I guess you could say I was only HALF successful that night.

Wednesday – I had Bible Study, and my husband had to pick up poster board for my son (that he forgot about until the last minute) on the way home from work, so I didn’t cross paths with my husband before I left for my meeting. Dinner was my emergency cans of Progresso Creamy Chicken Soup and Pillsbury Crescent Rolls. He was happy to reheat the leftovers and do the few dishes.

Thursday – Instead of Chicken and Soy Veggies, I opted for Chicken Fritz over mashed potatoes with canned green beans and cottage cheese. At this point, BOTH kids were sick with the flu, and they both asked for Chicken Fritz. In hindsight, Chicken and Soy Veggies would have been much more nutritious, but we did just have the Soy Veggies last week. Chicken Fritz should be made with leftover chicken, but I started from scratch with an uncooked chicken breast. A cooking hint: if you use leftover chicken for Chicken Fritz, make sure not to cook the chicken too long to avoid drying it out and ending up with Chicken Fritz Jerky.

So, Friday is the only day left, and Spaghetti and Ravioli is what I’ve got planned. I can do that, right? I’ll let you know tomorrow.


The Final Results – Sticking to a Meal Plan

If you’ve followed my last two blog posts, you’ll know that I’ve been trying to follow a meal plan. You can find the first post here where I lay out the meal plan, and the second post here with my halfway through the week update. This post is the final results.

The first half of the week went fairly well. I fought off my weakness for fast food and managed to follow my meal plan through Wednesday.

And then Thursday hit.

My husband hurt himself at work, not seriously, but enough that he went to urgent care. He avoided stitches, but now has an index finger bandaged from knuckle to tip. We have taken to calling my husband “Stubby” because we’re that kind of family.

One of my children also had a situation at school that unfolded through texts between me and said child while I was at work and my husband was bleeding at urgent care. Said child begged to come home from school, but since I don’t drive, and my husband was not available, that child was stuck at school to wait out their circumstances. I felt like a horrible mother. I couldn’t find anyone in my back-up tribe and considered Ubering it to pick up said child. But I wasn’t completely convinced the situation warranted checking out of school early. Plus, I would have had to leave work early, leaving my co-worker to finish the shift alone. Needless to say, I was stressed trying to juggle circumstances that were beyond my control.

So, I caved. Fast food won out on Thursday night.

Then came Friday. I started the day confident and ready to recover from the night before. But my other child had a last minute invitation to a friend’s house for a get-together. Of course, the child’s get-together was for dinner, which meant we would be on the road when I should be cooking. The other child needed something at Target too. So, we piled in the car, drove one child to the get-together, and took the other one to Target. As we were leaving the shopping mall where Target was, it was about an hour past dinner and everyone was hungry. It meant I would still have to cook when we got home, making for an even later dinner. And that’s when it happened: the neon beacon of a fast food restaurant conveniently located at the exit of the mall luring me in to take advantage.

I broke! Fast food TWO DAYS IN A ROW!

But here’s what I learned: I know I can follow a meal plan…until a wrench is thrown into my plan. Then I scrap the whole thing. A lot of it has to do with stress for me. When I’m overwhelmed, thinking about cooking stresses me out even more. I shut down and take the easy way out. I think it’s because I am such a planner, that I’m not the most flexible person. I like things to be predictable, and when they aren’t, I stumble a little and have a hard time recovering quickly.

But I’m not giving up. At least I know why I do what I do.

So, I’m going to try again this week for a meal plan. Only this time, I’m going to plan a couple of quick back-up meals for when things don’t go as planned. Maybe a couple of cans of soup and a can of refrigerator biscuits that can be heated up quickly. Or maybe cook and shred a couple of chicken breasts ahead of time, so that I can throw together a salad.

I’m not giving up. My family’s health is at stake.

What’s your favorite fast go-to meal? Any suggestions?

I Really Hate to Cook

I don’t use the word “hate” lightly, but when it comes to making dinner on a nightly basis, it’s the perfect word to use.

Unless we’re talking about baking a box of Duncan Hines brownies or a batch of chocolate chip cookies made from a tub of Tollhouse Cookie Dough, then I don’t want to make it.

All the meal planning websites and menu organizing tips won’t inspire me to actually put food to pan and cook the fool thing. Even the best meal kits services won’t help me find the motivation it takes to prepare a healthy meal for my family night after night. Now if it showed up at my door, ALREADY COOKED, then THAT would be a service I could get used to. But not a service I can afford.

And yet, somehow, I feel like I am all alone on this.

I want to WANT TO cook, if you know what I mean. I WANT to feel the desire to provide for my family. It isn’t that I’m a bad cook necessarily. My food is edible. No one has ever complained of food poisoning from eating one of my meals. I can follow a basic recipe. I can even time things so the side dishes finish at the same time as the main dish. So, it isn’t that I’m a terrible cook, or that I don’t know what I’m doing.

I just DON’T WANT TO. I know…I’m whining here. But I really can’t get past it.

When I met my husband, my mother-in-law bragged to me that all three of her boys knew how to cook, clean, iron, and even sew on a button. In fact, on our second date, my husband made me a beautiful pot roast dinner from scratch.

If I was a smart woman, right then and there, I should have pretended that I couldn’t even boil water. Then we wouldn’t be in the mess we are now, because then he would be the one cooking dinner. He’s better at it than I am. It’s a fact. (Messier, but better). But he is the main bread winner and works full time, so it isn’t fair that I ask him to cook as well. He has enough responsibility. I can’t ask him to cook when he gets home from a long day at work.

It’s become a running joke with his co-workers when I text him at 5:45 asking to pick up dinner (usually fast food). They hassle him to no end.

When I go to the grocery store, I buy for the whole week, including leftovers. But by Wednesday evening (if not before) I’ve lost all motivation to prepare any of it.

I don’t know what is wrong with me!

I’m not depressed, I’m not stressed out (unusually), I’m not even particularly lazy, except when it comes to cooking every day.

If anyone has any suggestions on how to get motivated to cook dinner, I’d love to hear it. Or if anyone would like to commiserate, I’d love to hear that too.

Thanks for listening.

Another Dinner Fail

As I’ve mentioned many times before, I’m not a fan of cooking dinner. I have no problem eating it…even planning it doesn’t bother me. It’s the actual execution that trips me up.

And nothing throws a wrench in my dinner plans worse than when I open the meat, and it smells rancid! That’s the worst!

I’m not good at throwing things together. That’s my husband. He can make dinner from virtually nothing! It’s amazing and awe inspiring. But he was at work, and it was my responsibility to cook.

I had planned Easy Beef Stroganoff, made with ground beef, cream of mushroom soup and sour cream, for the most part (thank you fellow bloggers for the recipe).

So, I quickly searched the internet for some sort of pasta dish made with the same ingredients, so as not to mess up my weekly meal plan. But the only one I found called for a shredded 3-cheese blend, of which I had none.

Needless to say, I basically ended up with Stroganoff Noodles, minus the beef. Yuck! Stroganoff really needs either beef or chicken to make it taste decent.

Chalk it up to another dinner fail. #dinnerfail

I wonder what my kids will say about my cooking in the years to come. Will they remember these fails fondly or will my culinary short-comings be things of legend that they tell their kids: “One time, my mom made us eat ____________. It was horrible!”

Either way, I will own the dinner fails.

Besides, it was National Fast Food Day today (didn’t know that was an actual thing until I saw it on FB – so it must be true – LOL), so it was only fitting we ended up at the drive-thru.

Hope your dinner was better than mine 😊