We are what we eat: yadda, yadda, yadda. Tonight, I’m highlighting a further issue. We are what we eat and then we eat what we have.
I had a rough food week, and I found my body feeling heavy and lacking energy. I was on the go, and I didn’t plan or pack ahead. Consequently, I found myself hungry and desperate. Confession: THREE times on Thursday, I found myself at Starbucks for a soy latte and…being hungry, ordering…gasp! a bagel. I don’t usually eat a lot of bread, but I was hungry. And they offered to toast it for me, and I was cold. And then it happened two more times.
I don’t do a lot of bread because it’s just not necessary. I’m not a bear getting ready to hibernate for the winter, and heavy starches leave me drowsy. But the more bread-y foods I eat, the more I tend to crave them. Things reached an ugly carb climax Saturday night.
I came home late night to an empty house. I was minding my own business getting some reading done when the horned-angel in the red suit (who had just poured me a second glass of wine) happened to casually mention that it’s possible that the teenager might have chips or other contraband hidden in his room, two floors below.
He didn’t even have to say anything else. I was down two flights of stairs faster than logistically safe with three dogs underfoot and was justly rewarded on the third drawer. There they were. Not even stale. Crunchy. Fried. Tasty. Mine. I guess if hidden chips in my kids’ drawer is the worse thing I find, I’m a lucky mamma. But still, I’m pissed. I ate almost a whole bag of Kettle Brand cracked salt and pepper potato chips. One at a time, each one my last. I’d push the bag out of reach only to crawl back to my shame within minutes.
This whole thing might have been averted if Starbucks offered lovely salads or grilled veggies to compliment their cup of crack. But they don’t. Pastries that should be illegal are displayed innocently as ‘rewards’ and ‘treats’. They aren’t. And in the end, I found myself eating chips in bed after 11 pm. I hold Starbucks responsible. That could not have been my fault.
But of course it was. Seemingly unconscious choices have no less consequence.
On a positive note, I’m really happy with the Green B.E.A.N. Delivery of fresh fruits, veggies and well thought out complimentary purchases. I haven’t gone to the store in over three weeks, and the kids are adjusting to the garden of fresh variety little by little. Their alternatives are shrinking quickly now that school is out, and hunger has a direct effect on picky. My asparagus stir-fry doesn’t seem so bad when there is NOTHING else except the raw brussel sprouts I’m saving for tomorrow…and honestly, they get a kick out of the way it makes their pee smell. HAHAHA. Love it. That’s the perfect toy for my happy meal.
And my grocery budget has dropped in half. The specialty items can seem pricey, but when purchased in appropriate amounts with out the excess miscellaneous, we’re saving lots of money.
So if you are struggling with your diet, I encourage you to look at your available choices. A lack of ‘treats’ won’t make you feel deprived. They’ll make you feel motivated and strong. You’ll begin to crave the good stuff. And if you keep it on hand, or say, have it delivered to your door, you’ll eat it. And if you are buying the goldfish and teddy grahams for the ‘kids’, ask yourself…WHY?
Seriously, I hear people say “I deserve this bowl of ice cream”, and I think…”Oh no! What horrid thing did you do to deserve that?”
You deserve to feel better. So do your kids and/or grandkids. Create new habits, shift your idea of ‘normal and easy’ food, and redefine what a real ‘treat’ is.
We put pineapple on a stick and grilled it over the fire. It was sticky, messy and oh, so sweet. Remind me, what is a s’more?