The weekend is here and for once I'm actually thinking about what I'll be eating for the next 2 days. Usually I don't give it a thought until I'm actually home but that's the problem. I eat like crap on the weekends. I constantly have food in my mouth, whether I'm hungry or not.

Meal planning is something I've been wanting to do for months. I've talked about it, blogged about it, and have yet to make any progress. I'm making it more difficult than it really is, I know that. How hard is it to decide, okay, I'll have turkey tacos on Monday, chicken salad on Tuesday, etc. etc. etc. All I have to do is take maybe 20 minutes out of my day to sit down and make a list. That's it! Yet instead of making this list, I complain about not doing it. Hmmmm.

I'm reminded of my parents bickering over what's for dinner.

Mom: What do you want for dinner tonight?
Dad: Oh, I don't know. What do you think?
Mom: I don't know, that's why I'm asking you.
Dad: Well I'm sure you'll think of something.
Mom: That's no help.
Dad: You could run up to the store and see if something looks good.
Mom: Okay, what kind of something?
Dad: Oh, I don't care.
Mom: So nothing sounds good to you?
*pause*
Dad: Let's go to Pizza Hut

That took care of that.

Okay, to be honest this exact conversation only happened once when I was in junior high, but I remember similar discussions happening more often than not when it came to dinner. When I think about it though, I can see where some of the problem came from, which helps explain to me why I have the same type of dialog in my head. I very rarely crave any certain foods, and my Dad was the same way. We were generally fine with whatever my Mom put on the table. Don't get me wrong, there are days when only a meat lover's pizza will hit the spot, or when a giant steak is calling my name. But those times are few and far between, so when I get home and look in the fridge it will take me half an hour just to decide what to have because nothing jumps out at me. So really, meal planning should be a breeze. I won't have the problem of having planned something for dinner and then coming home and changing my mind, because most of the time it doesn't matter.

And if a pizza happens to be calling my name, well, the turkey tacos will be there for tomorrow.