Turn of the Tables

I was very proactive about my meals this week. Sunday I slaved over rice and broccoli stuffed chicken breasts with mashed potatoes and gravy, Monday I dedicated myself to a baked mac n cheese casserole, and Tuesday I poured my heart into a pinto bean, ham and cilantro soup. Now...the proactive part of these three banquets was that I made such large quantities that it was enough to cover my meals through the following weekend. And the soup...I planned to freeze the other half into single containers so I can grab one while running frantically out the door as a tantalizing lunch during my fun filled work day. Yes, I felt very domestic earlier this week.

Now if you can believe it...the absolute unthinkable happened. Wednesday evening...I became ill....violently ill. I spent HOURS in the bathroom, my body desperately removing those meals from within me. Hell…for a minute there I thought my body was trying to remove my stomach lining. Now I am fully aware that everyone hates being sick…especially when bodily fluids are involved…but what really makes my sickness just gut wrenchingly horrible…….it destroyed my proactive approach. I will not be able to eat any of my dinners I prepped so very hard for the last few nights…feasting not only on tasty goodness but satisfaction…but thanks to my latest situation, turning back to the normal starvation I encounter on a daily basis.

So much for a proactive attitude. So much for the wasted money I spent on the groceries for my meals…I was better off eating out. Ha…and I thought I was saving in the end. Oh how the tables turned.