Happy Wednesday folks! I’ll admit, I keep thinking that it’s Thursday and we’re inching closer and closer to the weekend. It’s one of the pitfalls of maternity leave and exhaustion, that you lose all sense of time, space and (in my case) a higher level of personal hygiene. No matter, here we are and if I’ve dropped the wrong child off at the wrong place at the wrong time, no one has mentioned it to me. This means I’ve either hit all the marks, or I have very shady friends…
I mentioned on Monday that I went into a bit of a food prep frenzie over the weekend. Normally, I have the major things to prepare every weekend (wash/cut veggies, make granola cereal for me, oatmeal for hubby etc) but I made it my mission to stock my freezer with enough meals that meal prep would be very minimal at most for the first 2-3 months (I made A LOT of food). Though my mission was largely accomplished, over the weekend, I found myself in a place I wasn’t expecting to be: craving some actual meal prep time.
I was as shocked as you no doubt are. I’m exhausted, scatter-brained and largely unfocused on anything more than mere survival most days so the fact that I was craving something that required planning, prepping and making ahead of time…insanity I tell you!
I decided to indulge my strange craving and set out to do exactly what I had sworn I wouldn’t be doing for months. The results were not only tasty but also surprisingly therapeutic. Cooking is normally a good non-exercise form of therapy for me. It forces me to focus on the task at hand, slow down to the rhythms of the foods I’m making and take a few minutes to breathe in the delicious aromas on the odd occasion that I make it through a meal prep without burning something beyond recognition (side note: my batting average is increasing!).
Don’t get me wrong, I was so exhausted by the end of the day, I clearly don’t have much stamina right now (which makes me a bit nervous for when I go for a fitness assessment in 3 weeks at my BRAND NEW GYM!! More on that next week), but it was worth it. I actually would have kept going but my fridge was overflowing at that point so I needed to stop until we ate our way through some of the stuff in there.
I think my hubby was happy to have something relatively fresh after so many weeks of thawing and re-heating. We still have a lot of food to go through before I re-stock the freezer but it was definitely nice to find some balance between the two.
Your Turn: What are some ways or things you do to re-center and balance yourself?