Why eat out when you don't have to?

Mark was getting home late from work yesterday and called me from his last stop to ask me if I could cut up some veggies for his usual stir-fry lunch so it would be almost ready by the time he got home. Of course I said I would, and I did. He arrived 10 minutes later, starving, and all that needed to be done was to add the final ingredient, eggs....he does that part because he likes his eggs a certain way!

After he ate I said to him, "you know...you could have stopped somewhere and bought something to eat!" In my judgement Mark can eat whatever he wants to so why not just stop for a burger or something? I already knew the answer he was going to give me because it's the way I feel too.....why stop and buy inferior food when there's plenty of good food at home waiting? And that's exactly what he said! I thought about how far we've come...not just me, but now that I know how to feed myself and my family good foods we all expect nothing less.

I remember the day that I used to eat out at every meal.....well, at least 90%....no, more like 99% For the life of me I can't remember anything that I cooked....what did I cook? Oh sure, maybe every once in a while I pulled out the recipe for lasagna and made super big pan of it....oh, I know, I used to make enchilada casseroles....alot! Lots and lots of cheese, plenty of meat, drowning in sauce and not a green vegetable in sight, lol! (I even put diced potatoes mixed with the ground beef, as if the tortillas weren't enough! At least I knew how to dice a potato, lol).

When I think back to those days, calling on my way home from work....not to ask for some veggies to be cut up, but to ask what kind of fast food should I drive through and pick up. I remember very clearly at one point when nothing sounded appetizing and no one could make a decision...had we run out of good tasing options, or had our "good taste" run out? lol

Although Mark didn't verbally express his tiredness of all the crappy food, I could tell he wasn't eating food he enjoyed and was kinda sad about the whole thing. Here I was fatter than ever, and getting fatter, bringing home greasy bag after greasy bag of shit....

It's a miracle really.

Heading home from Palo Alto this morning I knew I had a salad in the fridge waiting, in fact I had a number of other choices too, and I thought about if I had to stop for a meal what would it be? It would be the same kind of foods. A salad, some soup, some kind of protein, a yogurt, an apple, etc. There will be lots of times when I will have to eat out, but for now I don't!