If your husband makes a dinner request…chances are, you’re going to end up researching how to make enchiladas.
(I may have red If You Give a Pig a Pancake today while subbing in the library.)
Literally his conversation started with, “Hey, do you know how to make enchiladas?” Followed by me going, “Uhhhhh….I know how to make enchilada casserole?” He was less than thrilled with that. I tried my hardest to avoid rolling the enchiladas, but I lost that battle. (ALSO: I was supposed to try them with ketchup, but I sort of forgot. He and his dad eat them this way apparently. Don’t ask.)
Commence the Internet/Pinterest search for how to roll them/an easy-ish recipe!!!! I watched some Youtube videos and convinced myself that I could actually do this.
I made cheese enchiladas because well, ultimately that’s THE best kind 🙂
In the end, it wasn’t that hard really, at least not nearly as difficult as I envisioned it being.
So, there is my adventure dinner for the week 🙂 Sometimes, I cook. ALSO!!! These were SO DANG GOOD. I’m so proud of myself!!! I’m also proud of myself for actually eating this for dinner. Even though, I did make a Kairos-Version and a Marty-Version of these. I still did it, y’all.
I feel like I’m in a large dark hole right now. I pretty much feel miserable. Why, do you ask?I have no idea. I have no answer to your question. I just feel…really awful. Maybe I’m sad. Maybe I’m lonely. Maybe I’m just upset because I have a bunch of school work. Maybe it’s just that point in the semester. Actually though, it’s probably because I ate a salad for dinner when I much rather would’ve had a hamburger (with cheese), Schlotzskys, Chick-Fil-A, some cheese pizza, or for crying out loud some freaking french fries. Why don’t I eat those? Well, my answer is simple, because I can’t. Stupid answer and reasoning, I know. There’s no need to tell me that. I know I sound utterly ridiculous. Telling me to just eat would just be you wasting your breath and barking up the wrong tree. Why can’t I just eat those things? Because I immediately feel bad! I feel bad for even considering them. I just have this horrible crippling fear of being fat. What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel sad? Is there something I can do to make myself feel better or am I just destined to be like this forever? Do I just get to feel the need to work out constantly and like that’s the only way to fix anything for the rest of my life? Do I get to feel like curling up in a ball and crying forever? Do I get to feel like I’m only of value and my worth is determined by what I look like? Maybe, at the end of the day, I just want to hear these words of encouragement from one person. Just one person. I just want to hear him say he believes in me and that even though I’m scared to death of everything I’m feeling and experiencing right now he still believes in me. I just want to be open about it. I want to feel like I’m not hurting anyone with it when I feel this way. I think I just want to cry.
That was a really giant jumbled rambling mess. Basically, the point of this internal questioning is what’s going on with me and why do I feel like this? I didn’t ask to feel this way and I’m trying everything I can to somehow change that. I just feel like I’m a little girl and this shouldn’t be happening to me.