Giant Fiance (as he shall henceforth be named) and I have lived together for 3 years now. We get along really well, are both obscenely messy (more on that later) and have very similar taste in TV/movies/wall art. We're pretty boring and in love and totally not punk rock. Off course there are some not so wonderful things about living with him or, I suppose, living with anyone. He gets mad when I steal all his undershirts even though they look really cute tucked into my high waisted skirts and he tries to convince me to watch The Wire. My biggest issue is that he can eat me under the table and around the block. Giant Fiance's family owns a farm (farm boy appetites are like none else I've seen), he lifts heavy things for a living (he's a master electrician/general Jack of all theatre trades) and he's a giant man. I do NOT need to be eating as much as he does, but boy do I try. One of my new attempted healthy habits is to quit trying to eat as much as he does. It's not fun at all. BUT I have found one trick. Whenever we make a pasta or rice dish I serve it to myself on a pile of massaged kale and spinach. So when I get home exhausted and starving from a super fun but draining sketch rehearsal and see orzo,
zukes, veggie sausage, garlic and onion:
I resist the urge to nom the entire pan by piling it like this:
Why yes, that is a mixing bowl of spinach! But it helps me stick to a reasonable serving of delicious pasta. Also, as I choose not to eat meat and have drastically reduced my dairy consumption, I have to be careful about getting lots of calcium and iron from plant based sources. Kale and spinach are where it's at!
