Homemade Hamburger Helper. And “I feel fat”.

Today I felt yucky.  I have had a monster headache for most of the day, felt bloated and fat, tired (probably STILL from that bullshit time change we have to participate in), lazy, unmotivated…  Too many verbs to name here anyway.

So what do you do when you feel fat and lazy?  You cook comfort food and take one picture for your blog because you feel like “meh”.  Then you eat a Kit Kat.  And I seriously almost drove 20 minutes to get a Blizzard just now.  Actually it’s still early, I might still do that.  I could rock a cherry Blizzard right now.

So somewhat off topic but not really because it relates to my feeling fatness, why is it so hard for us to just accept our bodies the way they are?  I would love to hear your feedback on this in the comments below because I just feel like I am constantly up against it with myself, I’m my own worst enemy.

I was having a chat with my BFF today about it and she agreed.  We both LOVE the way each other looks (like I would probably trade her bodies and I think she would trade me mine too) and we’d be perfectly happy in each others’ skin.  The question I have is WHY CAN’T WE BE COMFORTABLE IN OUR OWN SKIN?!  WTF.

I’m sure it has a lot to do with the skewed image of perfection the media spews all over us daily and the airbrushing in magazines and the unrealistic standards we set for ourselves based on false hopes of bodies that look nothing like our genetic makeup has programmed for us.  Actually, I think that IS the reason so many of us are uncomfortable in our own skin.  It’s also why so many unrealistic, unhealthy diet programs that pump you full of pills and false hopes are flourishing lately.  They’re a bandaid solution for something that has to come from within along with a proper education of what it will take to make a lifestyle change, not just a temporary change in your waistline.

Eat More Food Made By Plants

Compared to even one year ago, I am getting much better with how I feel about myself.  It’s only taken me my whole life but I’m almost there.  Choosing to eat more food made by plants is one way I’m achieving this goal.  I hate reading food ingredient labels because I feel like if I have to turn over a package to read the caloric intake info, I already know it’s bad for me and I’m looking for a way to justify putting it in my body.  You know what doesn’t have caloric intake information?  Fruits and vegetables.  I can eat carrots or pea pods or cucumbers all day long and still feel satisfied.  I take one look at a those notorious “they’re only 100 calories” snack packs of cheese puffs, fruit bars, cookies and crackers and think, I’d rather eat 400 calories of veg than that anyway because it’s made BY a plant and not IN a plant.

Little indulgences so I don’t binge eat and drink are also ways I’m coping.  It’s okay to have a piece of chocolate.  It’s okay to have a drink.  It’s okay to bake a cheesecake and eat half…okay, that’s a stretch but if you can spell everything that’s in it, it’s one step in the right direction right?!

Anyway, back to comfort food.  Sometimes you just need it.  Like my BFF says, food is good for the soul.  Our souls, minds and bodies are all connected, we need indulge them every so often without thinking of the consequences the media is undoubtably going to remind us of every 17 seconds.  It’s one of the reasons I pay ZERO attention to the news and current events, there’s just way too much negative out there and I’d rather try and focus on positives.

Even as I type this I am starting to feel better, I have been given one body to live out my life with and if I don’t make the best of it, what good was it for God to give it to me anyway?  Indulge yourself every so often and do small bits to keep yourself happy; feed your soul, it will nourish your mind.

This recipe is easy to make and tastes awesome too, I got the double thumbs-up from the Farmer for making it tonight and that doesn’t happen often.  He said it tasted like KD and I guess that’s a compliment?!  It’s a recipe I completely forgot about actually, Nana used to make it for us when we were little so I’m glad I remembered it tonight.  Everything must happen for a reason, even those days you feel fat.


All seriousness, this was all that was left after the Daughters and the Farmer ate.  Good thing I had some turkey breast in the fridge from last night too; this serving was enough to satisfy my soul anyway.

Homemade Hamburger Helper

1.5 pounds ground beef (ours are packed in bigger bags because we’re BIG EATERS, just adjust if you have 1 pound bags)
1 onion
1 clove garlic, pressed or chopped fine
2 cups dry pasta
1 can tomato soup
3 monster spoonfuls of Cheez Whiz

Fry the ground beef with the onions and garlic clove until cooked, season with salt and pepper.  Add the tomato soup then use the can to measure three more cans of water into the pan.  Add the noodles, cover and cook on med/high for 10 minutes or until the noodles are done.  Add the Cheez Whiz and stir.  Serve your soul.  Cheers, Kim.


2 thoughts on “Homemade Hamburger Helper. And “I feel fat”.

  1. Kim, You are so right, I have struggled with weight issues for my entire adult life. And society doesn’t help in this matter either. This generation though seems to be making a point of not doing this, but I think we still have a long way to go. But it does seem to be in the right direction anyway. I now look at it from a health perspective. When I don’t feel well, then I know that the weight is coming back on, and its time to do something about it. Well written blog, keep them coming. Makes people think.


  2. Pingback: Beef Stroganoff. Lite. | MyHusbandTheFarmer

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