Plexus Problems

“We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.”

~Albert Einstein


Last night, I realized that summer had come to to a screeching halt and school would be starting today.

That means I am no longer packing just one lunch every day, but three more lunches too.

I hopped up and ran to the kitchen to figure out what the heck I was going to pack times four.

I flung open the old snack drawer but instead of brimming with brightly colored packages filled with treats, there was most of my root veggies and a bunch of garlic I had meant to hang up last week.

The pantry was full of the healthy, organic stuff that we had become accustomed to over the summer.

I surveyed the fridge and poked through the piles of produce until I was a bit overwhelmed.

Retreating to my bedroom, I dramatically flung myself across the bed, heaving quite the drawn out sigh in the process.

My Handsome Prince looked over and asked what was wrong.

“I have Plexus problems!” I wailed into the mattress.


“Plexus Problems! We have Plexus problems,” I tell him.

He is now looking at me with concern and amusement. I could totally see that moment where he wondered if I had finally lost all my dang marbles, flash across his face.

“Plexus problems?” He clarified.

“We got everyone consistently taking their vitamins and ProBio5 this summer. Haven’t you noticed how much that shifted our whole eating dynamic around here? It is crazy! I don’t know how to do this. I’m going to have to get dressed and go to the market,” I explain.

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“This is about not knowing how to pack lunches now?” He asked… sounding a little flabbergasted with my emotional lunch baggie moment.

“Yes,” I said meekly. “Do you know when the last time I bought processed snacks was? I can’t remember, its been so long. What am I going to do?”

I was getting no sympathy over my Plexus problem from my better half so I slunk back to the kitchen to see what I had because if I could stay in my pajamas and perform kitchen miracles, all the better in my book. Clearly, the public need not be exposed to my meltdown over the lack of convenience foods in my life at that moment.

Deep breaths… happy thoughts… think about what you would pack for a family picnic.

It wouldn’t come from a package, that’s for sure!

Suddenly, I was once again on speaking terms with my quinoa and thrilled to poke through the produce to put together some pretty fantastic lunches. My Plexus problems helped me keep the pita in the right perspective.

Those lunches were as tasty as they were healthy.

It is worth taking an extra ten minutes to prepare the night before, so it reduces the stress in my morning routine.

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I didn’t need the prepackaging! The healthy eating habits developed on their very own. Who knew I had these awesome powers all along?!

As I crawled back into bed, my Handsome Prince looked over his iPhone with raised eyebrows.

I assumed he was sizing up if it was safe or if I was going to start spouting nonsense again.

“The crisis has been averted,” I inform him. “I win.”

“Just as long as you realize that you were only fighting yourself so either way you would technically win.”

Shhhhhhhhhh! Zip it right there!

I win.

That’s all there is to it. 😉


Meg xoxo


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