Fail to Plan: Plan to Fail

Ugh.

Do you know what this is?

That, my friends, is what I decided to make myself for dinner. 

I had ground beef in the fridge that needed to be made. Now - I am not a fan of ground beef...but the menfolk in the house certainly are, so I grabbed a skillet, coated it in some coconut oil spray and tossed that meat in there and began to season it. The not-well-thought-out plan was to just make the meat to avoid it going bad...but I had no desire to eat it. Enter the Oldest Child.

Oldest Child announces that she would really like to have macaroni for dinner...so I put a pot of water up to boil. I was still thinking I would eat something somewhat healthy...but if I was already making macaroni for the kids, I could make some for the Hubs as well. (He is typically not picky...nor is he body conscious or particularly interested in my fitness goals.) As I'm stirring pasta and searing beef, I am reminded of the handful of times I experimented with Hamburger Helper. (Blarf) (Disclaimer: I have only made Hamburger Helper at the request of the Hubs...I think it is pretty gross...)

And then I start experimenting...

I seasoned the meat...busted out the Velveeta cheese...started mixing a cheesy, meaty concoction that the Hubs was going to flip over. As I am making Dinner #1 for the Hubs, Dinner #2 for Oldest Child, Dinner #3 for Middle Child (who just wanted cold chicken with ketchup) and cutting up strawberries for Youngest Child, I realize that I am cooking/prepping food for four other people and have still given no thought to myself. 

I failed to plan. 

After all was said and done, two of the 3 children at least sampled my homemade version of Hamburger Helper. The Partner in Crime came home unexpectedly...(He is my Partner in all things weight-loss, fit living...and general tomfoolery...) Surprisingly, he wanted some too. (Pasta usually isn't his thing...) So...guess what I ate?!

Yup. Just hours after my initial posting to this blog about how 2015 is all about the newer, stronger me...I made myself and my entire household a hamburger helper-esque, calorie and carb loaded meal.

Gross.

The struggle is real, people.