Remember me telling you how wonderful, sacrificial and sweet my hubby is? Well, I’m not completely retracting my statement. But let me tell you, I have found a weakness. It’s called my mother’s cooking…
He absolutely couldn’t resist. My mom decided to invite us over for dinner for his birthday. “You have three choices fah dinna” she says (she’s from Brooklyn, so work with me) “chicken cutlets, macaroni with meat swuace, or shrimp scampi. You pick. It’s your birthday.”
His birthday? Excuse me?!? HELLOOOoohh!?! I’M THE BLOOD RELATIVE AND I’M STAAHVIN’ OVA HEA!!!
So, meat sauce it was. There I went with my measly leftover carnitas, guacamole and broccoli WHILE MY ENTIRE FAMILY ATE MEAT SAUCE, MACARONI AND CRUSTY BREAD! DID YOU HEAR ME?!?
Just when I thought they had my back. Their resolve melted…like buttah in a hot skillet. Boy do I miss buttah…
So what do you think I did? I stuck to my guns, man. I kept a stiff upper lip. I mean I didn’t even sniff the stuff. If you knew me personally, you would be sooooooooooooo proud – or shocked. I was even assigned the task of arranging the nightshade-soaked goodness – the Italian sausage, fall-apart tender pork, and melt-in-your-mouth meatballs – on a platter.
Is this what Stallone feels like all the time? I mean, FUGETTABOUTIT. Seriously, I feel so strong! At least at the moment. This is always subject to change.
Here’s my lowdown…
protein shake (doc recommended) made with water, ice and coconut cream
leftover lamb meatballs, mashed sweet potato with coconut oil and cinnamon, steamed cabbage
protein shake again
leftover carnitas, guacamole and broccoli
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