Grace [noun]: mercy; clemency; pardonPosted: February 7, 2013
I believe in eating nourishing food. I am intentional with my grocery list and the only food that comes into our home is fruits, vegetables, dry grains, and raw meat. I cook 100% of our meals and snacks from scratch. We don’t eat refined sugar.
This is my DREAM.
NOT my reality.
The truth is, I try. And that first statement is true. I believe in eating nourishing food. But I’m not always intentional with my grocery list, processed foods
sneak into my cart are chosen carefully based on the level of dopamine release I will get, and I just can’t quite figure out how to cook from scratch 100% of the time while I’m also working 40 hours a week.
Over the last few weeks/months I have been coming to terms with my homemaking shortcomings. While I know someday I will be a superwoman who can do everything, today is not that day. I’m trying to be okay with that.
When we first got married I refused to buy certain convenience foods for Adam that he wanted us to keep on hand. He knew that some nights I would be too tired to cook or be overwhelmed with everything I needed to get done. He was trying to help out by having food on hand that he could cook himself (think frozen pizza, 5 minute pasta from a box, etc). But I refused for a few reasons:
1.) I never get tired. I always want to cook. And I’ll always have freezer meals and options for him so he doesn’t have to worry [delusional maybe?].
2.) He doesn’t need a box full of sodium and calories with very little nutrition.
3.) If I can make a quick and healthy meal then he can too.
In truth by refusing to buy convenience food for my husband I was protecting myself from my own laziness and hormonal desire for empty calories. If I was thinking about making a delicious batch of lentil burgers on homemade whole wheat buns and I knew there was a box of mac and cheese in the cupboard, I’m going to go with the box of mac and cheese 90% of the time.
I still have moments when I superimpose my dreams onto our reality, but I’m getting better at focusing on what is actually happening and accepting it to be good enough [for now].
Most importantly, I’m learning to give myself grace.
And some nights (like tonight) I might even willingly pick up a box of ramen noodles and frozen pizza for
my dear husband us to share on the crazy nights.
Do you find it difficult to eat well when life is busy?