i realize i like, just posted what i made for dinner.  but this is part of a bigger point.  or rather, a promise i am making to myself that i am backing up with THE INTERNET.

i have discovered in the last few days that i love cooking dinner.  i knew i loved to cook and bake, but whenever i did it it was a big ordeal with tons of planning and a night off and high expectations and i only did it REALLY four or so times a month.  the rest of the time i'd skimp by with chicken noodle mountain or oven pizza or whatever.  and lots and lots of takeout, which is expensive and takes its toll on your soul.

suddenly a light just came on and i'm like, if i cook like every other day, i will have tons of yummy food, and cooking makes me feel so much better about what i eat and i look forward to lunch the next day (because there will always be leftovers, i cook far too much for two people, even if those two people are me and greg) and it just makes me feel really good.  it also justifies all the kitchen equiptment i own and my large selection of cookbooks and the GIGANTIC bookmark folder of online recipes i have (if i were to guess, i would guess 500, and that would only to keep myself out of trouble)

unfortunately this realization and lifestyle choice comes at the exact same time that i realize i have one hundred days until i get married and take tons of pictures of myself to display around my house forever.  not that i have ever dieted, or really cared, but i would like to appear to have cheekbones in my wedding portraits.  and meatloaf sandwiches tend to give me whatever whatever would be the EXACT OPPOSITE of cheekbones.

but, in the past, given the choice between a weight goal and the sweet, sweet comfort of excessive meat and fancy cheeses, the waist usually loses.  AND i have discovered that i can eat chips again without discomfort.  i realized this by finishing off most of the bag of buffalo style kettle chips.

this could get chubby, friends.