The smorgasbord is over. It's been a 39 days since I gave birth. And after 9 months of gaining weight--a whopping 45 pounds--the jig is up. Yes, that's right. Forty. Five. Pounds. Surprise! That's what happens when you lay in bed and eat a steady diet of pasta with butter and cheese.
Post birth, my friends and family spoiled us, dropping off dish after dish. They just kept coming. Not wanting to offend anyone I ate every delicious bite. I. had. to. eat. it. all. I just had to. Not to mention there was no time to cook. No time to shower. No time to [insert any adult related activity here].
Despite the family and friends cook for you diet, about 25 pounds of my weight gain just disappeared...slid off or out of my body. The remaining twenty? No so much. I can see that it wants to hang around. Literally. It's time to get back to moderation and some exercise. But, before I make like Jennifer Hudson, how about a some creamy pasta, a so-called last supper? In other famous last diet words: I'll start tomorrow!
I came across this recipe in Fine Cooking and knew that no healthy dish would satisfy until I had its memory on my taste buds. The recipe is here. The only change I made is adding prosciutto. I used one package, first crisping it in a frying pan over medium heat. Then I added it to the dish when I added the spinach and walnuts. It was delicious. The toasted walnuts and gorgonzola added depth the sauce and adding the salty prosciutto ensured my tongue didn't get bored. The spinach...well, let's count that as my first step towards healthy.
Ok, I'm off to hang out with my new friend Jillian.
Oh what it's like to be 39 days old, when chubby cheeks, double chins, and weight gain are celebrated.
