“It’s not bad enough that I have to eat healthy, wholesome food,” I complained to my wife, Fawn. “The real kicker, the real thing that’s driving me crazy, is that I have to dedicate so much time to preparing it!”
I’d been on my weight-loss journey for about two months. I’d lost 11 pounds, and felt good about that.
But at the same time, I’d been starting to feel genuinely harassed by having to prepare my own food. And I was grumbling to Fawn about it. [Read more…]