My goal for August is to drastically reduce the number of meals I eat out. Two reasons: 1) Eating out wastes a ton of money
2) Eating out wreaks havoc on my body
I'm not talking about giving up great Saturday night dinner dates or trying new restaurants. What I do intend to cut out are the mindless morning trips to Starbucks for a Grande Coffee (half of which I never finish) and a $2 shot of empty calories, usually in the form of Reduced-Fat-So-I-Can-Pretend-It's-Good-For-Me Cinnamon Coffee Cake. Occasionally I throw caution to the wind and go for a scone and in those instances, I should really just rub a stick of butter on my backside and get it over with...
Another bad habit I'm trying to break is going out to dinner once I get home from work and realize I don't feel like cooking. This means making a sushi run with my roommate or going to Chipotle, which is pretty ridiculous when we have a packed fridge and well-stocked pantry. Last week, I ate out Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday nights. I wish I could tell you I was sipping lemon water and gazpacho and nibbling on light summer salads, but that would be a big fat lie. By Monday morning, I felt like there was a brick in my stomach. My 8 hour work day felt like 12. The BodyCombat class I taught Monday night was tough to get through.
But the start of a new month always feels like a clean slate to me. And this month - August - is hereby dedicated to fiscal and caloric discipline. I've already made a good start:
-No Starbucks
-Made a ginormous batch of Nikujaga (that's Japanese Beef Stew - and it's AMAZING.)
So here's to tightening my belt and spending less, and perhaps even losing a few pounds in the process. Losing weight is a really great side-effect of cooking for yourself. You don't realize how many extra calories you're consuming by eating out; even when you think you're being "good", restaurant kitchens are throwing heaps of butter and oil into EVERYTHING they serve. When I cut back on restaurant meals, I have a much easier time maintaining my energy level and my weight. And as Lucille Bluth told her daughter Lindsay, "You want your belt to buckle, not your chair."