I have two confessions. One, I totally made muffins and ate them on Passover. Don’t tell my mother. Not that she’d be surprised; I’m not religious at all. (You’re not supposed to eat bread. See Morgan’s blog for a much more in-depth explanation.)
I am sort of proud of myself because I took a whole wheat muffin recipe that I had on my computer and altered it so much that it didn’t resemble the original recipe at all and it still was good! That never happens.
1 cup whole wheat pastry flour
1 cup all purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 Trader Joe’s Carrot Applesauce Crusher (they’re like squeezy applesauce. It make a little less than a half cup)
1 tsp canola oil
1/4 cup pure maple syrup
1/4 cup sugar free maple syrup
1 cup vanilla almond milk
Trader Joe’s superfruit spread
Pre-heat oven to 375. Mix dry ingredients in bowl. Mix wet ingredients in separate bowl and then mix together. Grease muffin tin with cooking spray. Fill each muffin about half of the way and then put about 1/4 cup of TJ’s fruit spread on top. Then cover with a little bit more muffin mix.
I didn’t get a chance to post last night’s dinner because I was sitting around being a total moody mope. That’s confession number two. But we’ll do dinner first. Jason made chicken fajitas. I’m not exactly sure what he did, but everything was really good.
I made mine into a salad.
The only thing that I would have changed about this meal is that Jason was very heavy handed with some Mexican hot sauce. I like spicy foods but I actually had to pour myself a glass of milk after eating this salad!
So, confession number two. I took these before pictures for the P90X and got in a terrible funk because of the way I look in a bathing suit. I know I’m supposed to love my body and all of that, but sometimes I just don’t. My stomach is weird looking and not flat. I think it’s from years of being heavy. I mean, I guess it is. But I was never that big. At my heaviest, in college, I probably weighed 175. I’m 5’7. So while I was overweight, I don’t think I was so big that my skin should have lost elasticity. So, I moped about this for like half an hour. Do you have body image funks? What do you do to get past them?
I’m going to post about the actual P90X workout later this evening.