I was born a foodie so it is of no surprise I get excited when I find out facts like:
My son loves olives and my daughter loves blue cheese, mussels AND king prawns. Next we shall be cracking open the oysters. Yes baby!
I am hoping the kids grow up to be open minded with their food. For one, it makes life so much easier. I always feel for people who are fussy eaters or people who have food intolerances. It must be tricky going out for dinner, especially if friends are cooking #awkward.
The disadvantage I find with being a foodie (who is happy to eat anything) is that it can be hard to find the balance. Self-control can go out the window. It’s easy to get carried away with a vice like food because we all need to eat. Our bodies need a decent amount of fuel to live a happy and healthy lifestyle.
I have been feeling pretty frustrated with myself lately. The bitch voice I write about ‘Perfect Mum’ has been nagging in my ear BIG style. She whispers things like:
‘I cannot believe you have failed to prep and batch cook YET AGAIN over the weekend’ and
‘Another jar, REALLY??!! Do you know how much sugar and nonsense is in that?!!’
‘That Hub’s is going to walk soon, you are not the wife he dreamed of’.
To be frank, the dinners have been a bit of a shambles. I have thrown stuff in a pan that I found in the fridge and hoped for the best. The issue is, a lot of the things I love, I can’t cook because that hubs of mine is fussy. Staples like cottage pie (with extra vege thrown in) or fish pie are off limits. He is not a fan when I make home comforts like chicken and mushroom casserole with a creme fresh and white wine sauce. He likes stuff like lasagne, Mexican, homemade Chinese, Thai and Indian from scratch. Dishes that take HOURS to prepare. Dishes that are made for the weekend only. Beats on, kiddie free, glass of wine in hand – you get me.
So in the end, I am often desperately throwing things in a pan, as I sing and dance my way through the witching hour on Insta Stories. My husband can’t lie and there is nothing worse than seeing a disappointed look on his face. It gets worse -Bonnie was starting to do it too. At 5 years old, I am letting my little foodie down.
I told my Mother in Law at the start of 2018 that I have had enough. I am going to get productive. I shall start batch cooking for the week nights. Her response:
“Yeah right Jojo”.
Ok, double incentive. I have to prove her wrong BUT I need help and FAST.
I get in touch with The Batch Lady and we meet for coffee the following week. We instantly click, realise that we have so much in common. It was like cooking and lifestyle therapy. It turns out she is a fan of my wellness and fitness tips and I am a fan of her time keeping and food management. Also – check out her kitchen this month in Country Homes Magazine #drool.
We agree to work together. She is going to come to my kitchen and rescue me. Yes, we are going to film it and it is going to be SO much fun. Fresh flowers at the ready and I better work on my coat hanging skills.
To get more organised with batch cooking.
To have a backup plan to allow the kids and I to be able to eat dishes we would love, that can also cater for Mr fussy.
To plan out portion control to help with my body composition goals I have set with my PT, Trev Jones at David Lloyd. Now, more on him later but all I can say is that I have NEVER felt ass pain like it after our TUT (time under tension) session last week. Every single part of my ass hurt for 3 days. That’s the pain that excites me because it gets results.
To increase my vegetable intake.
To make the most of our small shambles of a freezer.
I’m so excited. Thanks to The Batch Lady for coming to my rescue. We have a whole lot of fun content coming your way in 2018. Let’s nail our foodie and lifestyle challenges together! This is the year to make the goals actually happen. Let’s prove to my lovely and very honest Mother in Law that I am not all talk no action.
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