On special occasions, whether it’s a birthday or holiday, I always make whom ever it may be, a special meal. On Fathers’ Day my husband’s only request was that I make that gooey, cheesy buffalo chicken dip for him. You know, the one with the cream cheese AND blue cheese dressing – the not-so-healthy-one? I quickly texted my sister-in-law for the recipe. It’s pretty easy too.
What’s in it:
2 blocks of cream cheese
1 bottle blue cheese dressing
1 bottle buffalo sauce
2 cans of chicken breast (you know, like a tuna can) OR you can use 2 cups of diced chicken if you happen to have it
Shredded mozzarella cheese
How to make it:
Spread the cream cheese in the bottom of a casserole dish. Top with chicken, blue cheese dressing, buffalo sauce and mozzarella cheese. Bake until brown and bubbly.
When we arrived at my friends house for a Daddy-Day-Dinner everyone was extremely surprised:
Was it lowfat?
How did I make it?
Was there a vegetable hidden in there somewhere?
What weird healthy ingredient did I use?
It was the joke of the day: The health coach brought the unhealthy dip.
But it was good, and yes, I ate it too.
The truth is, we eat pretty healthy all day at our house, but do splurge at parties and special occasions. There are no “bad” foods, right? I’m thinking it’s only “bad” if you eat it everyday. But I realized that day that because I do preach it up about eating veggies and taking care of yourself that people are watching what I eat. And they also think that I am watching them.
Wow. People are watching what I eat. I don’t preach perfection. I don’t workout every single day. I like dark chocolate and wine (usually together.) Maybe I’m not a good health coach after all.
How did I get to that from a dish of hot, bubbly dip?
It’s kind of like that little scale with all the power you keep in the bathroom closet. You can be feeling great one day, clothes fitting well, full of energy and you decide to step on the scale. BOOM! Maybe it’s the same number it’s been, or maybe it went up a pound or two. Whatever it may be, the outcome determines how you feel from that point on. Heck no. I say, the way you felt before you stepped on it was your true gauge – you felt GOOD.
The same thing goes with how I eat. If I eat well and mindfully most of the time, then cool. Then I go to a party and see an amazing (fill-in-the-blank-of-your-favorite-treat). I eat it, I drink some wine, and the next day I used to feel guilty. ugh. I stopped feeling guilty. Food is to be enjoyed and wine is to be enjoyed – I simply know my limits. And you know what? My kids understand the whole balanced diet thing too. If JR has a sweeter cereal for breakfast, then he knows to have a healthier lunch. And my daughter? At 9 years old she loves kale, but never feels guilty for wanting a treat either.
So, I may be the “health coach” and drink green smoothies for breakfast and eat salads for lunch – but if you invite me to a party, I’ll show up with a bottle of wine and most likely NOT vegetables. I’m ok with it.
This is an original post for JerseyMomsBlog by Gina Wieboldt, a lifelong Jersey Girl and Health Coach who can also be found at www.jerseygirlorganic.com dishing about healthy and happy living.