Willpower was not the problem this time. I was determined to stick it out as long as I could and felt no urge to cheat. Lack of experience being hungry was the problem. I didn't know what I should plan to eat. I thought we were set. We had our meal plans all laid out on a spreadsheet. We were going to have pretty much the same thing for breakfast every day and try different kinds of cheap dinners: beans and rice, lentil soup, and macaroni and cheese.
We started at sundown on Sunday and cooked up a big pan of beans and a similar one of rice for two nights' dinner:
The problem here was that I could barely choke it down. Because I was trying to keep my spice use to a minimum, I made the dish way too bland. It was horrible. I ate as much as I could and gave the rest to my husband, who was happy to have the extra calories.
Breakfast wasn't so bad, I have learned to like oatmeal and we had some raisins for sweetener. I put in a little cinnamon-sugar mix we had in the pantry, but not too much. I had 1/4 of a grapefruit so between the raisins and the grapes, managed to get a fruit serving in. I had black tea, since it is much cheaper than coffee.
I saved my teabag for lunch and reused it. I managed to get almost four cups of tea out of one teabag. Not too shabby. We had bought the cheapest white bread (39 cents!) we could find and a peanut butter sandwich was the main course. I toasted mine because I'm not a big fan of white bread. The first day, I burnt it. It still tasted great. The peanut butter was about the only fat I had all day, as the beans were made without any oil.
I spread out my lunch, having a snack that I took to work with me. I drank tap water in that snazzy aluminum bottle. I found it very hard to work by day two. My brain got fuzzy and I was tired and unmotivated.
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