I have to admit. When I cook a little homemade dinner, even after a crazy day, I feel like I’m totally just winning at life. Beyonce-in-a-apron-style, even if I’m still in my sweaty lululemons with a power bun and eyebrows that so badly need waxing. To me, making a healthy dinner is like this soothing little ritual that says- you got this mamma. You’re totally killing it at life today. Even if it’s just a quick 10 minutes. Actually… especially if it’s a quick…