In an effort to bring a smaller waistline to my husband and I, and to ensure the girls learn proper eating habits, I am forced to resort to….

to…

it pains me to say it….

cooking healthy.

My hubby can attest to me cooking, yes, actually cooking (at a stove, no less) three times a day! That’s right! Three times!

Your mind must be reeling. Take a moment. Breathe deep. (That’s what Chuckie did and he says it helps.)

I bought a meal plan. I blindly bought every item on the shopping list.(Except for Orange Roughy, cuz… let’s be real here folks, my kids aren’t gonna eat a fish, much less a fish named after a color and an unpleasant texture.) I follow the instructions creating new dishes. We ate.

Although I did like my first encounter with sweet potatoes (chili powder fries) and the turkey burger on wheat was good, it had fat free cheddar cheese mixed in the burger.

I was not all that impressed with tonight’s menu. Well, let’s clarify, I was impressed with the recipe. The photo in the magazine looked delicious.

See? Doesn’t that look good? The shrimp looks huge-a-mongous. The display? As pretty as they come. What’s that little green sprig of some herb? I haven’t the foggiest. But it looks fantastic.

I followed the recipe to the letter. I bought the super king size jumbo shrimp. But this is what mine looked like. Avert your eyes if you are of weak constitutions.

My husband, not wanting to deter my new hobby of… how do you say? ah, yes… cooking, said it was good. He has his moments, folks. He has his moments.