Gluten Free, Low carbs, Juicing, Kale, Atkins, Paleo, Whole30…Calling all diets.
I had two packzi’s on Fat Tuesday. My mouth shouted - yes, yes, yes! My head said – you’re gonna regret this.
I love sweets – they just don’t love me back. Not the way I deserve to be loved. I think the first book I'll write will be a memoir about my love affair with food - entitled, “This is pizza calling, I’m just not that into you.” I honestly feel sad at the thought of pizza thinking that about me because we are such good friends.
Back to the point.
Food is a tricky thing. Literally. It tricks me into eating it all the time. Like I’ll be having a really healthy day. I'll start my day with some egg whites for breakfast, maybe a piece of fruit. Later on I go for a run or ride my bike. I’m enjoying the breeze in my face and then it hits me. The smell of Burger King whoppers is in the air. The stupid restaurant is a mile ahead and I can already smell it’s flame broiled goodness. Cupid shoots me straight through the heart and I’m in love. With burgers. I want one. My will power goes from 100 to 0. In under a second I am at the mercy of my gut!
Friends of mine have told me this is because I don’t [meal plan.] If I had all of my meals prepared in advance I wouldn’t be so easily swayed to turn to the dark side. Call me crazy but why does there have to be sides? Can’t I just stand somewhere in the middle between meatless Monday and French Fries Friday?
I admittedly have little strength when it comes to saying no to food. Nike says, [just do it.] I usually do when permissible. It's not Fat Tuesday everyday over here but man do I look forward to them.
All good things in moderation. Yesterday I ate fried dough balls stuffed with sugary jelly and custard so today I will eat really well. By yesterday’s standards anyway.
When I met my sales rep at Tim Horton’s today I walked right by those glazed chocolate donuts sitting poignantly in there pretty showcase. They stared at me like puppies waiting to be adopted. As I exited the coffee shop I thought to myself, “Who’s to good for who now. How do you like them apples, Pizza?” It was actually a pear that I headed home to eat. Victory for my health and waistline!
I had two packzi’s on Fat Tuesday. My mouth shouted - yes, yes, yes! My head said – you’re gonna regret this.
I love sweets – they just don’t love me back. Not the way I deserve to be loved. I think the first book I'll write will be a memoir about my love affair with food - entitled, “This is pizza calling, I’m just not that into you.” I honestly feel sad at the thought of pizza thinking that about me because we are such good friends.
Back to the point.
Food is a tricky thing. Literally. It tricks me into eating it all the time. Like I’ll be having a really healthy day. I'll start my day with some egg whites for breakfast, maybe a piece of fruit. Later on I go for a run or ride my bike. I’m enjoying the breeze in my face and then it hits me. The smell of Burger King whoppers is in the air. The stupid restaurant is a mile ahead and I can already smell it’s flame broiled goodness. Cupid shoots me straight through the heart and I’m in love. With burgers. I want one. My will power goes from 100 to 0. In under a second I am at the mercy of my gut!
Friends of mine have told me this is because I don’t [meal plan.] If I had all of my meals prepared in advance I wouldn’t be so easily swayed to turn to the dark side. Call me crazy but why does there have to be sides? Can’t I just stand somewhere in the middle between meatless Monday and French Fries Friday?
I admittedly have little strength when it comes to saying no to food. Nike says, [just do it.] I usually do when permissible. It's not Fat Tuesday everyday over here but man do I look forward to them.
All good things in moderation. Yesterday I ate fried dough balls stuffed with sugary jelly and custard so today I will eat really well. By yesterday’s standards anyway.
When I met my sales rep at Tim Horton’s today I walked right by those glazed chocolate donuts sitting poignantly in there pretty showcase. They stared at me like puppies waiting to be adopted. As I exited the coffee shop I thought to myself, “Who’s to good for who now. How do you like them apples, Pizza?” It was actually a pear that I headed home to eat. Victory for my health and waistline!