So for the past three weeks, I've been putting forth my very best effort to eat well. By eating well, I mean eating clean, non-processed foods in balance (eating protein, carbs and fat at every meal or snack.)
The idea behind this is primarily about feeling satiated and freeing oneself from those intense cravings that often derail us in our quest to be healthier. Oh, and it's also about generalized girth reduction, too.
On Tuesday, I took the kids to see the final Harry Potter film. I had never seen a single Potter film on the big screen, and after completing the last book, I was really excited to have that movie-going experience.
So what does Hogwarts have to do with my muffin top?
Because I don't want to be the person who never has a single not-so-good-for-you treat, I decided in the moment that yes, I will have that Blue Raspberry ICEE and some buttered popcorn. And okay, maybe just a few bites of the candy Cole smuggled into the theater.
Long story short: the movie was amazing, and then I proceeded to eat like crap for the rest of the day. After that initial hit of sugar and carbs, all I could think about was where I was going to score my next bump. I actually fell asleep on the couch at 8:45 p.m. because I swear to you, I felt drugged.
I couldn't figure out at first why I'd fallen asleep so early, and why I felt so awful once I woke up to head upstairs to my bed. But then I realized: when I eat crap, I feel like crap.
I realize this is essentially common sense, but for some reason it really hit home to me that eating well affects so much more of me than my belly size.
Have any of you ever had one of those realizations? That feeling of being drugged and then wondering, "Where did this come from?" and then looking at that box of Cheez-It's and thinking, "Ohhh, so that's what happened?"
By all means, do tell.