First One. Recipes.

My cousin said I should start blogging my experience with weight watchers.  At 4:30 this morning I thought "why the hell not?".

Just to put my self image into perspective, I'm the biggest person (female) I know.  And, here's the gist of how I feel...like a loafer is a world full of pumps. (that's both a shoe and an activity analogy, go me!).

Hardest thing so far? I'm running out of things to eat.

Yesterday I made up a meal by literarily smelling a bunch of stuff in the fridge.  I started with ginger; anything that smelled like a match I threw in.  By the time I was finished I had ginger, an orange bell pepper, red onion, and a green apple ready to throw in my skillet, its like a I was building a rainbow in a pan.  How much of each thing did I put in do you ask? Damned if I know, I didn't think to measure...I'm not a cook.

I know how to make what my mother taught me and not much beyond that.  Unfortunately, it turns out that Dominican food is like 18,000 points on the Weight Watchers scale and since I am currently limited to 41, I need to learn how to make something new.  I'm not good with recipes either.  I find myself completely lost and in need of looking up half the things on any recipe that sparks my interest.  So, suddenly one simple recipe has turned into a research project that would require charts, graphs and other visual aids to accomplish.  In the end I'm both hungry and frustrated, which only makes me even more hungry and doesn't help with what my "team leader" (that's what I'm calling the guy who runs my meetings) said we should do, which is to plan and prepare (my words not his).  I somehow don't think that to plan and prepare one recipe was supposed to require me to do enough research to then write a dissertation.