I have been back from my Outer Banks babysitting trip for two days. Who wants to guess how rested and refreshed I feel? The mere fact that I was away from home and work had me stoked, but I honestly didn't know what I was getting myself into by committing to the care of twin four-year-olds, as well as cooking three meals a day. Let's just say I feel like I need a vacation after my "vacation". The trip was not without good. The weather was perfect and the ocean was peaceful and beautiful. And eating three square meals was a nice reminder of how life should be. I made sure to feed the kids healthy but fun meals, and their mom really appreciated my efforts. Slap some bologna on some Wonder Bread? I think not. Here is a sample menu from a day with the twins (Almost everything was organic):
Breakfast-Scrambled eggs, homemade pancakes with flax meal and mashed banana, and cut up berries.
Lunch: Turkey rollups or almond butter and jam sandwiches (gluten-free bread of course!), sugar snap peas and carrot sticks, and cut up apple. For the adults, sandwiches slathered in hummus and piled high with thin-sliced chicken, red onion, cucumber, and avocado.
Dinner: Kebabs (chicken for the kids...for the adults, chicken, local sausage, pineapple, cherry tomatoes, bell peppers, and onion).
Dessert: Chocolate coconut milk ice cream with fresh berries.
Those kids are lucky that their parents can afford to provide them with such good quality food, and I understand that this is not easy for the average person to pull off. But it was a good learning experience for me to be able to plan healthy menus for little ones while also satisfying adult taste buds. Hopefully one day I'll be able to provide this for my own future family. But whew I cannot imagine doing it on my own. If those kids' mom hadn't been there, I probably couldn't have handled it. Between cooking, two daily trips to the beach, walking the dog, dishes, reading, and countless tantrums, I have even more respect now for all the moms out there. I haven't taken a nap in the middle of the day since I was in college! But you better believe when those kids went down at one p.m., I was right there with them, conked out until three.
Besides my "gourmet" kiddie cuisine experience, my most memorable moment had to be the bathing suit meltdown (come on, you had to know it was coming). And I know, when I went on my honeymoon I rocked a bikini in the Bahamas without a care in the world, but that was also seven months and ten pounds ago. It wasn't so much that I had to wear a bathing suit; it was the fact that I had to buy a bigger one before the trip. And the meltdown came when, after a couple hours on the beach, my inner thighs were so raw from rubbing together that I was nearly in tears trying to walk back to the house. Even as a curvy, 125 lb teenager, my thighs were always pretty hefty. But the beach is always a reminder of the discomfort brought about by being too heavy...and I don't just mean self-esteem squashing mental discomfort. I mean the very real, very agonizing physical kind. No skinny person will ever understand it.
After I walked the proverbial plank, I decided I needed to buy some sort of guy's board shorts before I went anywhere near the beach again. So the next day I left mama to her kids and took off shopping. But in the first dressing room, as I eyed my reflection wearing the most unflattering thing I think I've ever had on my body, all I could do was cry. It was not a good moment. It was, in fact, a terrible one.
Since I returned from the beach I've been trying to strategize my plan of attack. I mentioned the controversial HCG diet in my last sharepost and my decision to try it. I even bought all of the items. But after some deep thinking I decided I'm just not ready to take that kind of risk, and I still think I might be able to do this on my own. The program is supposed to be safe, but in the back of my mind I'm just not 100% sure. So fueled by the board short debacle, I'm going to go at this thing again on my own. Still dealing with some major stressors, I'm fully aware that this isn't going to be easy. But I have to start somewhere. So I went for a walk/run tonight with my dogs, and I'm planning a healthy dinner. It's back to baby steps again, and that appears to be the only sane option.
Published On: June 21, 2011