Cooking.

So far today, I have been a good little dieter. I avoided putting whipped cream on my coffee. I did not eat the wonderfulness that is cheese at lunch, instead I had a boring salad. Figuring I was on a roll, I decided to make a good, homemade supper. You may recall, I do not cook. Really. So a meal from scratch is a big deal to me. I decided to try out a new recipe from a magazine, and worked myself into a lather, with the chopping, dicing, stirring, and all those other kitchen related activities. It seemed to be a lot of work for one meal, but I kept reassuring myself that the end result would be worth it. Think of the health benefits! No pre-packaged, sodium filled cop-out for us! I could be little Miss Homemaker, I just knew it! I was doing it for the well-being of my family. No matter that the stove was a mess, the dishes were taking over the kitchen, and oregano was on the floor. This would be a wholesome dinner if it killed me. I smiled and tried to hum a happy tune while I washed the half dozen pots and pans.
Then I read the nutrition info at the bottom of the recipe. I don't know what vitamins and nutrients are in this meal, because I didn't get past the calorie count. 895 calories. Per serving. The dish is supposed to serve 6, but I'm guessing it really serves 4 people, or 6 elves. 895. That's a whole lotta calories. Way more than I burned off cooking the damn thing. If I keep trying to be Betty Crocker/Martha Stewart, I'm going to end up on Oprah, as the fattest woman in the north!