Doin’ time in the kitchen

Confession time.

I’d gotten so out of the habit of cooking for myself that one of the reasons I dragged my feet on committing to a low-carb diet was the amount of time I’d have to spend in the kitchen.

I mean, there are always a thousand things I’d rather be doing than cooking and washing dishes. Things like writing. Reading. Crocheting. Sleeping. Coloring in one of my grown-up coloring books. Catching up on the shows on my Hulu watchlist. Scrolling through my Facebook, Instagram and Twitter feeds.

You know, the important things. *Giggle. Snort.*

Okay — writing, reading and sleeping actually do fall into the category of important things. Everything else is just wasting time.

And meanwhile, as I snarfed down delicious but bad-for-me dinners from McDonald’s, Sonic, KFC and Long John Silvers, my health suffered and weight piled on.

I finally decided enough was enough. Taking a page from Low Carb Traveler Lynn’s book, I decided I can eat low-carb without spending hours in the kitchen. Sometimes her meals are as simple as nuts, deli meat and cheese — a real boon when it comes to long nights at the office.

It’s been working. I do spend more time in the kitchen than I used to, but not nearly as much as I’d feared. And the results — 12.8 pounds down since Jan. 1 — make it worth the effort.

Plus, I’d forgotten how good REAL food can taste. Take, for example, this morning’s omelet.

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I sauteed 1/2 (packed) cup of zucchini in coconut oil, added 2 ounces of leftover sausage and two beaten eggs. The filling was 1/4 cup of cheddar, and I topped it with 1 T each of sour cream and picante sauce. All this for only 5.5 Net Carbs.

Delicious! Filling, too. I nibbled on some of my planned snacks in the afternoon, but probably more out of anxiety/boredom than actually needing food.

On another note, tonight’s sunset was particularly stunning.

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I stepped outside for a few minutes to snap a picture. Couldn’t resist its beauty. (As usual, the picture doesn’t quite capture the magnificence my eyes saw.)

Why is it Arizona sunsets are so much prettier than the ones I grew up with in Indiana?

That’s all I have for now. Catch you later … when I’m not in the kitchen.

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