Day 8 - My, my oatmeal. Sob =..(

I had not looked past week one with regards to the recipes.  I'm taking it one week at a time. It was on Sunday when I was putting together a shopping list for the next week that I realized my beloved oatmeal was about to change.

At first I balked.  NO BOB! I'll eat my oatmeal anyway I please.  To heck with you.
It was bad enough when he said no fruit in week three, but this, this is too much.

Then I thought about a girl at our office who is trying to get 'shredded'.  She's paid well over a thousand dollars for a personal trainer who is guiding her through the process.  I realized that this is just a part of my journey and it is only three weeks.  I'll be just fine.

I settled down and resigned myself to the fact that my 1/2 cup of oatmeal would be cut to 1/3.  He also changed up the recipe.

1/3 cup oatmeal
1/3 cup apple sauce (no added sugar)
Cinnamon
vanilla

Okay - the resulting glump looked like the stuff my mom used to pawn off on us as a breakfast substance. Thus the reason I have not liked oatmeal.  I added liquid until the desired consistency was achieved and after that I was happy.

My eggs now consist of four egg whites with 3 cups of spinach.  Again - this was a bit hard for me.  I added some Mrs. Dash Southwestern for some kick and found that tasted much better.

I must confess that I did look a head to week three to see what medieval torture Bob had planned for me.  I will do it - I just needed to get my mind wrapped around what it was.

{{shudders}}  The horror.  Next Monday I will share but until then I'm working on repressing.