hubby makes dinner!

i have been making dinner a lot lately. i've been cooking more since i have discovered the delights of weight watchers recipes. yes, i know, The Secret (sandie, i capitalized that for you) cds say that we should visualize ourselves at our perfect weight. the thing is, i'm enjoying the experience of losing weight. i now don't have that fear of not doing it, i know i'm going to reach my weight because each week i know i'm going to lose a pound or two. that's FUN! that raises my vibration! and i'm having FUN making weight watchers food - it's quick, easy, tasty! i mean if i can master the recipes, they are easy.

i am a woman who needs a recipe for toast. i'm okay with that. it's not something i need to be wonderful at. i'm wonderful at many things, and if someone screams at me "BUT YOU'RE NOT WONDERFUL AT COOKING," i will :
a) recognize them as a crazy person from the shouting; and
b) not care otherwise.
i come from a family of good cooks. let them have the spotlight in that area. that gives me something to praise them about. hey j(sister)! what you do with baked goods is amazing! hey ma! those case noodles are brilliant! hey dad! you make some mean chili! key k(brother) way to combine that ragu with those noodles! okay so he's finding himself. give him time.

now that i have gone way off my point, let me come back. so as i say, i have been cooking a lot recently, and tonight i had some running to do (the 10k is in a week + half), so i really was hoping the dinner would make itself tonight. on the drive home, i got in the 'happy zone', and pictured the veggies (i bought a couple pre-cut skewered packs - they are lovely) being put on the cookie sheet, going under the grill. i was really thankful for it and couldn't wait to get home and taste them.

now i'm not going to tell you they cooked themselves. that would just be loopy. no, i knew the only way they'd get on the sheet is for b* to put them on. now just to be clear, my husband makes me look like julia child/jamie oliver/emeril. the best thing i can say about his cooking aspirations is that he is a wonderful american studies lecturer. "you're better at it," is his claim. "no, i am just the only one who does it," i used to reply. now i visualize. and get happy. i know i can't attract things into his life, so that's why i didn't focus on *him* doing it. i focused on it being done. if i'd have pictured him doing it, i think i would have had the doubt.

in addition, i have purposely made a point of 'segment intending' a pleasant evening once i pass through the door after work. so i was thinking 'pleasant evening' as i opened the door...
and smelled...
VEGGIES!!!! the veggies HAD gone onto the baking sheet! they HAD gone under the grill! just like i knew he could.

then i got upstairs later and just before blogging tonight i saw the email he'd sent me just after i logged off at work. "please let me know what time you'll be home and i'll put dinner on." wow. so you better believe i replied with a "you are a sweetheart, thanks for the veggies." i couldn't let that pass without gratitude!!! and i tried not to think of the silliness of sending an email to a person 50 feet from me. i, er, em didn't want to wake the kids...