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Meal Prep Monday 11/25/13

My days are a haze of dishes laundry sweeping meal prep dog poop people poop making people foods and watching people eat cake and pizza. And Ice cream. 
I never realized how much junk food I was surrounded by until very recently. 
But it's cool. I have coconut butter, dates, coffee and Lara bars. Life is good. :)

Sun- chicken "fingers" and sweet potato fries with mixed veg.
M- Shrimp and (leftover) chicken and "fried riced cauliflower"
T- chicken tortilla-less soup
W- breakfast for dinner - self explanatory. Easy. Cheap. Favorite.
Th- thanksgiving !! At someone else's house ;)
Fri- taco night. I have renamed pizza night taco night. Because I can. Because I'm mom. This week will be ground turkey tacos because it's the cheapest if bought in  bulk.
Sat- leftovers

Breakfast: I made myself a frittata and  hubby has breakfast sandwiches I make him. 
He's super picky about healthy foods and if left to his own devices lives off bagel bites and chips. Which is fine for him until he sees the results. So he's getting some shakeology later this month to kind if fill in his nutritional gaps. 


I am really just doing this meal plan post thing for myself at this point. I hope it hells someone but i know its lame right now. One day I'll post my own recipes and have a more exciting story to tell about my food. In the meantime there's this ;)

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