This is a post about not being stupid. That was my New Year's Resolution, essentially. To act like an adult. To treat myself well. To stop being stupid.
I mention this today because I have had a wicked case of the stupids, lately. For, oh, the past three months, let's say. Or 31 years. Whichever. Mostly related to food.
UGH
I don't know why it is so frakkin hard to know that XYZ food makes me feel good, while 123 food makes me feel bad, so why not just eat the XYZ food? No. Because I love the 123 food. But why do I love it when it makes me feel bloaty and lethargic and blah? Why can't I just do what is right (when the choice is laid before me)?
Jon and I had a kind of State of the Union marital discussion a couple months back. (We are great, no worries there.) But I think the stress of that kind of discussion sent me into a little terrible food spiral. As all stressful situations do. Or Saturdays. And since then I haven't pulled out of the tail spin. It's been all fast food and LifeSaver candies all the time. Fried cheese and potato chips. TERRIBLE FOOD CHOICES. And how have I felt? Bloaty, lethargic, and blah.
So lethargic, in fact, that I finished a big report yesterday at work, decided to "rest my eyes" for a few mintues in the office quiet room, and woke up an hour later. Yeah. At work. I took a one hour nap. And then this morning I woke up at 6:45am, decided to rest my eyes a few more minutes at get up around 7:00am, but didn't actually wake up until 8:00am. Late for work. Again. Napping at work. I am a model employee.
So I have to recognize that my food choices are leading to some terrible physical feeling. And yet...
I know what works for me. No sugar. Less refined carbohydrates. Lots of veggies and fats. Hooray! And yet...
And yet NOTHING. Time to stop being stupid. Time to stop thinking of food as a device for anything other than fueling my body. Time to enjoy life, including delicious food, but also energy and vitality and mental stamina.
In my perfect world I eat a wide variety of whole foods, in their most natural state, without the fat reduced or the sugar de-caloried or the carbohydrates doused in fake fiber. It looks more like a farmer's market than a McDonald's. It fills me up with minerals and nutrients and deliciousness, but not trans fat and frankenfoods.
Seems so simple.
1 comment:
So you're saying there's something wrong with fried cheese? Why didn't anyone tell me?!
Good luck. It is an eternal struggle, because bad food tastes good, even though it makes you feel terrible...while good food sometimes is not so delicious going in. It's one of life's great ironies.
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