Until one day, I had a visitor and in her hand was a smoothie she was drinking. She told me about why she made the change to smoothies , she gave me her basic recipe and some information.
The next morning I woke up and on a whim with no planning I decided that I didn’t want to be fat and tired anymore and I wanted my energy back.
First I had to target my problem which was I was skipping breakfast and the next problem was when I did eat it was mostly revolving around carbs. I’d eat leftover macaroni when I finally did get hungry in the morning, I would eat a ridiculously large New York style bagel with mayonnaise and four slices of cheese for lunch, and then when dinner rolled around my problem there was portion control. I never really snacked during the day I really didn’t have a sweet tooth and usually dinner was the last thing I ate. I typically never snacked at night before bed.
So here’s what I did - in the morning I started to blend a very well balanced smoothie - usually they have almond milk a banana 2 cups of greens some berries and nuts and seeds, but then later I discovered the power of oats and I started putting them in.
For the first week as my body detoxed all the shit I had been putting in it, my skin broke out I was still very tired but I began losing weight immediately.
And when the second week rolled around my energy came back!! By the end of the second week I was getting bursts of energy!! I started to do more in one day then I had accomplished in two weeks prior to starting my journey with smoothies!!!
My most favorite food in the world is raviolis. Particularly mini raviolis with butter and grated cheese! I could seriously live on them, and never eat another food again.
So this is what happened
One morning after I was done drinking kale and blueberries through a straw, my daughter came downstairs about 11 o’clock and she joined me in the kitchen. She went over to the cabinet and took out the big pot. I said what are YOU making? She looked at me it was the way she looked at me , with a sparkle in her eyes, and very confident pride, and a smirk - she said, “raviolis”.
She loves that food just as much as I do so the look on her face was not her trying to tempt me it was her knowing that what she was about to eat was going to be stellar and delicious and she was excited! She was very innocently making a lunch for herself before she had to go to work.
Now I know my strengths and my weaknesses. You can wave Oreos and milk in my face while I am drinking spinach and raspberries and sunflower seeds through a straw, you can sit at my table and eat granola bars and cookies while I am drinking a smoothie that has basil and blueberries and kale in it, you can sit right next to me at night after dinner and eat an entire bowl of popcorn and I won’t touch it. I don’t feel tempted by any of those things but raviolis - this is a whole different story.
So as she was cooking her raviolis I left the kitchen, and I certainly did not step 1 foot in there while she was eating but don’t think I didn’t smell them.
After she came in the living room to kiss me goodbye and she left for work I got up to go get a bottle of water and when I walked in the kitchen you’ll never guess what was on the table. That’s what we do in this house - when one of us makes something we leave it on the table because somebody else will come along and eat it. She left on the table, four leftover large round raviolis coated in butter. My body actually had a physical reaction to seeing them. I started to get hot flashes and I had an overwhelming urge to eat them. At that moment any ounce of willpower I had went down into the basement where my energy was. And I started to rationalize bad things. I thought about how with any diet everybody always has a cheat day, I figured maybe I would eat a little less at dinner... I couldn’t control myself any longer and out of nowhere I put my fingers on one ravioli and I picked it up like a potato chip, and I bit it.
They were absolutely cooked to perfection, I don’t like mushy macaroni and she made these raviolis perfectly al dente. I felt my teeth slowly sink into the ravioli, much like a lion would eat his prey, once I bit into it I tasted the perfectly warm ricotta cheese. As I started to chew it the juicy butter mixing with the ricotta and the chewy part of where the ravioli edges seal together, was maddening and so satisfying and euphoric. I ate that whole ravioli standing at the table holding it like a potato chip, also eating it like a potato chip.
So now there were three raviolis on the table. I started to frantically scream upstairs to my son-
JIMMY! JIMMMMMYYYYYY!!!
He probably thought he was in trouble so he ran downstairs confused and aggravated, he said “WHAT?!?”
I said did you eat lunch today ? He said no I just got up a little while ago. (Perfect)
I said OK well then you need to eat those raviolis!
He said I will when I’m hungry I’m not hungry yet. That bowl of three raviolis, separated me from my son. I looked at them and I looked at him. And again I pleaded- “EAT THE RAVIOLIS JIM”
He said “OHMYGOD WHY!?!”
And I screamed back at him “BECAUSE ITS 12:30 and YOU DIDNT EAT ANYTHING YET TODAY”
Finally after we yelled back-and-forth - he gave in and ate them thank God !!!
To this day he probably does not know why I forced him to eat those raviolis.
But if he didn’t I was going to eat the other three and I really didn’t want to but when it comes to raviolis I have absolutely no willpower at all.
Cake doesn’t phase me brownies do not phase me goldfish cheese itz, popcorn none of that bothers me at all.
But if there’s raviolis I’m eating them and I’m eating all of them unless I can call my son down and make him think that I’m concerned about his eating habits, and how he does not eat enough.
So thank God he was home that morning because he saved me from a horrible cheat.
But I did eat one large satisfying ravioli.
