I buy vegetables.
Really I do.
I even like vegetables, as do my children and husband. Veggies grace dinner every night.
But that's about where it ends.
Yep, I'm coming out of the vegetable closet. While I buy them and make plans with them, they languish in the crisper drawer...
I'm convinced that my weight wouldn't be my weight much longer if I could only just consume more vegetables.
Take this week for instance. Grand plans were laid for caramelized radiccio (just how do you spell that?) and onions. Over polenta. For lunches. Sounds yummo huh?
How about roast cauliflower and sweet potatoes? Mmmmmmm. The leftovers make dreamy soup.
But have I done anything with them?
Why oh why am I eating peanut butter and jelly when such culinary delights await me?
I'm blaming said "weight". It's self-perpetuating, right?
But seriously, I need to eat more vegetables.