This time, I approached it differently in several ways.
1. I told myself I could deviate from the written menu as needed; that the plan was merely a suggestion of meals I could make with the things I had on hand. And I didn't care about switching Monday's dinner with Wednesday's lunch, or flipping the order of breakfasts around, or any of that. I was totally flexible.
2. I was realistic about the fact my husband and I would end up eating out a couple of times during the week, and that at least one day could be taken care with leftovers, so I didn't plan a dinner for every night of the week. I planned 4 dinners and it worked out well.
3. I kept the food simple. I accepted that I have limited patience, energy, and enthusiasm for sophisticated cooking. I can try my hand at something new, or follow a recipe, or make something that requires me to wash several tools, pots, and pans for one dish...about once a week. Beyond that, I feel hassled.
4. I didn't worry about perfect balance or healthfulness. I wanted to encourage myself to eat some good vegetables, fruits, and proteins, to eat at home a bit more, to throw together something more wholesome than buttered toast and milk for breakfast. And I accomplished that!
I had some junky things this week, like flavored yogurts, french fries, buttered French bread, and a cheeseburger from Dairy Queen. But thanks mostly to my flexible menu planning, I also ate:
broccoli with loads of fresh garlic
lean Canadian bacon
All in all, not a bad week. I like this system!
I recorded what I ate each day and I also jotted down what challenged me each day. I'm starting to accept that every day, I will be challenged by cravings for crappy food. It's predictable, it's not going anywhere, and I no longer see the point in getting so upset over it. Sometimes I am going to give in to the cravings; more often, I am not. None of the cravings lasted as long as I feared they would, and they usually occur in the afternoon or evening--I'm not being tortured from sunrise to sunset with these food thoughts. The most irritating thing is when I crave the same item for many days in a row. This is what I craved this week (I did not give in to any of these cravings, by the way):
Monday: craved McDonald's fries and hot fudge sundae
Tuesday: craved McDonald's milkshake or vanilla cone
Wednesday: craved chocolate chip cookie dough blizzard from Dairy Queen
Thursday: craved sugary kid's cereal. wanted to chow down on a whole box.
Friday: tempted to order cheesecake at the Cheesecake Factory, where we ate dinner
Saturday: felt like eating a pastry from the Starbucks inside my favorite Barnes & Noble
Sunday: considered making a fruit cobbler and smothering it in vanilla ice cream or whipped cream.
These thoughts are ANNOYING, but they don't have to be my undoing. There's something about accepting that my brain is going to come up with these ridiculous ideas every day that helps me stay a bit detached and calm. It's kind of like "oh, what is it going to be today?" Then it pops up as I'm going about my day, and I think "Yep, there it is. Predictable."
I wrote out a new menu plan for this upcoming week and look forward to seeing how it plays out. I turn 30 this week and know there will be some special treats thrown in there, and I'm fine with that. I also have my long-awaited 20 week ultrasound on Tuesday and will hopefully learn the gender of the baby! Weight continues to bounce around between 245 and 250--never lower or higher than that.