Whenever I’m trying to eat healthy, week days are always the easy days for me. They are very structured.
Also, I grew up in a house where my mother did not cook on Saturday or Sundays. Those were always takeout or restaurant days/nights.
Plus tomorrow is Yom Kippur. Which means that I’m fasting and then going to a “break fast” dinner at my aunt’s house.
Break fast food is some of my favorite “holiday” food of the year. It’s one of the few dairy holidays (Jews don’t mix milk and meat) and there will be bagels, cream cheese, lox, herring, egg salad, kugel (similar to a noodle pudding), and of course my aunt’s favorite tuna melts.
Why oh why can’t be this be next weekend when it would be just in time for my “cheat” meal?????
My mother also makes her cheese pie for desert. The cheese pie that all of the cousins look forward to every year.
And it’s funny, there are some years I haven’t even eaten it, but of course the second I’m being told that I “can’t” have it, I want it.
I have to remember that it’s not that I “can’t” have it, but I’m “choosing” not to have it.
It’s still going to be rough, but I’m going to try to fill up on lox.