I’m a huge, huge, HUGE lover of carbs. Bread, potatoes, rice, pasta, pastries…
Nom nom nom.
But while I love the food group, it is also in return loving me… in particularly my tummy.
It’s because of this reason, and also the fact that I am aware and listening to my body as it tells me it needs a break, that I’m trying to take special precaution to just, scale it back a bit.
Today I made my Nigella cinnamon plums with French toast. Delicious, but following that brekkie we were all feeling really full. After a coffee out at the Main street, and then trying to squeeze in a quick lunch before my late work shift, I was faced with a conundrum.
When I have bread for breakfast, I avoid it for lunch. When I have cereal for breakfast, I usually then have bread for lunch. One or the other.
Today in haste, I threw together what I could, what I had that wasn’t bread. Whip up some couscous, throw in a can of tuna and voila – lunch done.
However, what I have just learnt via some google discovering, and also what I should have realised via my body screaming ‘no!’ at the couscous thought, is that couscous isn’t actually all that nutritious, and there are far better low-carb options out there.
I mean, my body was telling me so, anyway. Sitting in front of this bowl of couscous and tuna, I felt sooo uninspired. As I began to eat, forcing myself to eat something, anything, yet feeling like this was not making me feel any better, convincing myself that I had to eat something before work began or else I would really feel flat, Hubbie brought his lunch over to the table and sat opposite me. In his bowl, was also tuna… but mixed up in that was a selection of freshly cut lettuce, capsicum, carrots, tomatoes and onion.
What a sight for sore eyes. Those colours lifted me up, and I HAD to have a bite.
But when I did, I was so, so sad.
I wanted his meal. So, so bad.
I told him so. And he laughed. He thought it was hilarious. “Why didn’t you offer to make me that?” I whined. “I can’t eat this, I feel so blah. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
I picked at my couscous and tuna, feeling deflated. I did the only thing I thought to do. The thing I never do – put myself first.
“Can I have yours, please?” I actually pleaded with him. He thought I was joking, but after a few more whines, he put his bowl in front of me, took mine, and then went to the kitchen to spice up my meal, for him.
My mouth came alive with his salad and tuna bowl! It was simple, and yet the refreshing change from the couscous made me feel so much lighter. Hubbie came back with my reinvented bowl now, laughing, and I finished his meal, happily.
It was only while driving to work that I really thought about what had transpired. And I was immediately grateful.
Because true love, has many definitions. Devotion. Honesty. Affection. Happiness. Laughter.
And I added one to the list, which I’m sure has been the realisation of many out there, of true love…
If your partner is willing to share, or even better, GIVE you their meal, well…
No one can deny the presence of the deepest, most affectionate, caring and honest, passionate love there is.
This man must fucking love me. He gave me his tuna salad after all.