My life, my recovery and my health would all be a whole lot easier to maintain if I always wanted to eat fresh, healthy, good-for-me food. That might be my biggest obvious understatement of the new year.
I’m not sure what sent my mind on that thought path tonight. I’m not having bad days. I’m eating to plan and I’m eating healthy, nicely prepared foods. This might be a good place to point out that the two don’t always, necessarily, go together. I can be abstinent in my behavior – eating only what’s planned, when I planned to eat it — and yet incorporate crappier food items in my plan. However, things are just so much better when I also pick quality foods.
Like today, for example. At breakfast, I enjoyed 0% Greek yogurt mixed with some sliced strawberries and a little honey. I made a salad of chopped kale with shredded broccoli, a sprinkle of feta and a mix of olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Last night, I made a lentil soup and threw in more kale. All very tasty for lunch today. Tonight I grilled some skirt steak and ate it with a small garnet sweet potato and some steamed green beans. It was a delicious dinner.
Physically, I am completely satisfied, emotionally I’m happy for the healthy choices. However, there’s a part of me that craves something fried and sweet. If someone walked in with a hot-from the fryer doughnut that had been rolled in cinnamon sugar, they’d be lucky to retain their hands after I swiftly grabbed away the treat.
This is not to say that I have to go for the rest of my life without every having greasy, sugary or otherwise fatty food. Everything in moderation is part of a balanced lifestyle, at least in my opinion. I just wish I wasn’t so often tempted by those things.
Whenever I see someone say that they don’t care for chocolate, they don’t eat sweets, they don’t have a taste for carbs/fried foods/pick something else that is more calorie laden and fill in the blank, I think, “Are they for real?”
Then there are the people who truly can just take a dab, a small spoonful, a single forkful, a slight taste of something. They get the flavor, savor, swallow, and are satisfied. I would love that food attitude. Instead, I got the, “One bite is never enough” characteristic. I’m the, “Try that bite and you could trigger an all night binge” girl.
I’m not whining about the situation. (Or at least not terribly much.) It is what it is. I’m just indulging in a little wishful thinking before going to bed after another good food/eating day.
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