What I Ate Wednesday is a series of spotlights on diverse eating styles and recipes, meant to showcase different diets and explore the wide variety of foods we choose to eat! Lindsay has a 2 year old son.
I call myself a gluten-free (gf) pescategan. That means no to gluten (not by choice) and meat, but yes to fish and eggs. Oh, and I’m allergic to mango, grapes and grape byproducts… and did you know vinegar is in EVERYTHING?!
Most people think that all of the above means I pretty much eat air. I promise you, I still eat. A lot. It’s just a little bit harder than ordering a sandwich at your average corner deli. Here’s what I ate on Wednesday.
Every day (weekday and weekend) starts off the same way… multiple cups of coffee with soy creamer (unsweetened) for me and a sippy cup of milk for my toddler, Jack. He’ll be two in a few weeks!
Breakfast is Greek yogurt and homemade french toast for him, overnight gf oats with chia seeds, unsweetened almond milk, and blueberries for me. Jack’s not thrilled about the yogurt, and just when it looks like he’s about to have a meltdown, I hatch a plan. My husband walks into the room and I show Jack “how yummy his yogurt is” by feeding some to dada. My plan works and he wants to eat his yogurt again. Hallelujah! #momlife
Little do I remember that today is Buzzfeed’s wellness fair, and I’m working the event from 11am to 3pm. I snatch a bag of our Garlic & Onion Roasted Broad Bean Crisps from our display table to hold me over. Towards the end of the event, I’m able to slip away for a few minutes and grab samples from some other cool food brands. My snack sampling turns into a full-on feast–there are so many gluten-free options here!! I enjoy two grain-free muffins and lose track of how many gf pesto pasta samples. So good.
The event ends and I finish out the rest of the day snack-free. I get home a little earlier than expected (no train delays!) and decide to heat up some leftover gf pasta (I swear there’s cauliflower, yellow squash, and mushrooms under there) because, of course, what I needed at that moment was more pasta. Some parm on top makes it extra delicious.
After I inhale my snack/early dinner, I decide the little man has a little too much energy, so we venture outside to run around before bathtime. Twenty minutes later, we head back upstairs and go through Jack’s bedtime routine. I read him his last book and tuck him in around 7:15pm. I shut his door and open my computer and work for another hour while munching on an (unpictured) apple, hoping it will appease my sugar craving. No luck. I open a bag of gf mini chocolate covered pretzels, but I can’t stop eating them so I “hide” the bag from myself (aka, throw it on top of the fridge). I eat a carrot and call it a night.
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