We spent much of today cooking. The chest freezer looked empty, and we had to take pity on it and appease its loneliness with Tupperware containers of edibles.

(My husband breaks into my train of thought to inform me that we actually may have used Anchor Hocking storage conatiners. Can we say anal?)

I was psyched up to do this. I've been wanting to cook in bulk ever since a few people I know and really admire (Hi, Amber!) were talking about how easy it is to save money this way. I haven't completely flipped and cooked for a month, but I did make two turkey meatloaves, two tuna casseroles, and at least two nights worth of chili. And I believe I could honestly do this a few times a week without becoming too stressed or bored with the idea.

You know, I had never had tuna casserole until about a month and a half ago. I don't think I'd ever had tuna. I guess I always associated it with tuna salad, which I will not eat. Mayonnaise is a foul substance which would not exist in an ideal world (ruled by me, of course). It would be banished to the depths, followed shortly by its counterpart in crime, mustard. Death to the evil duo; long live ketchup!

So when Eric suggested, for the billionth time, that we have tuna casserole, I forced him to swear up and down that it contained not even a trace of mayo. Then I watched him make it, skeptically. No mayo. I conceded to try it, and grudgingly agreed to add it to the list of cheap, staple, "foods by which we will eventually save up enough money for a house" foods.

Eric's offended by the "anal" comment a few paragraphs back. Sorry, dear. (But it's still pretty bloody obsessive-compulsive.)

Finally, I've lost three pounds on the Weigh Down Workshop this first week. To be honest, I was quite pleasantly shocked when I got on the scale this morning. I thought for sure I'd at least have stayed at my current weight, or even have put on a few water pounds (thanks to good ol' Auntie Flo), but the numbers don't lie.