Maybe it’s just me, but January is usually frantic. The holiday’s are over and we are all over the place. Mission number one becomes getting rid of all evidence Christmas even happened, which is ironic since I spent every single moment after Labor Day counting down the seconds until I could start decorating.
After fighting so hard to make every corner of my home jolly, every year, without fail, the last gift isn’t even fully unwrapped before I start getting antsy. I begin to look around and wonder when we moved into The Christmas Tree Shop. When and why did I buy so many trees? How many nativities does one family really need? And why did people think it was a good idea to buy me 2 Christmas records… the second they were unwrapped Christmas was over!
The irony is as heavy as the many ornaments dangling carelessly on my practically dead tree. [Note to self: resist the urge to buy a tree before Thanksgiving. It will be dead by Christmas.]
But as luck (or kayak.com) would have it, flights are always cheapest the day following Christmas so it’s on that morning, usually at the crack of dawn, that my family is hopping into an UBER and making our way to the airport to visit Mimi, leaving behind Christmas since actually taking down Christmas on Christmas is pretty terrible.
I’m not a grinch, you guys.
And every year, without fail, I return home and after unpacking and putting away every single item from our luggage (wow, I sound really OCD), I get to taking down Christmas. This year it didn’t take long, though our tree really had the last laugh and was 90% shed by the time it made it’s way out the door. And just as I was patting myself on the back for being so efficient this year I realized it was after 4 p.m. and I had absolutely nothing ready for dinner. I had to think quick to avoid the dreaded call to my local takeout place.
You know that feeling: that “oh snap, shoulda planned, now I feel like a jerk cause it’s the new year and I’m trying to eat healthier and now I have to fill myself and my family up with junk, I’m such a failure” feeling. It’s the realization that if you don’t think quick you’re going to have a mutiny on your hands. At this point, who cares about the trans fat and excessive calories- this is life or death.
In reality, takeout every once in a while is fine, but I like to do takeout on my own terms. Treating myself on the weekend to my fave Columbian place is seriously the best and trying new local spots is my jam. But I almost never feel good about the last minute pizza or greasy Chinese we’ve had to buy in a pinch. I always feel like my money could have been better spent and like I let my family down. I know it seems ridiculous but I feel like the health monitor in our home so when I could have made a better decision I kick myself for not planning ahead. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think it is.
You guys, it’s time to break the cycle.
That’s why every week I’m bringing you healthier takeout options- not healthy, not clean, not diet approved: healthier.
Starting with my under 30 minute Lo Mein.