So there is hangry, when you get so hungry that your angry and a possible rampage ensues. What then is the word for being so hungry you are no longer angry, but shaky and tired, and despite the horrible howling in your belly, you just want to lay down and hope it will go away? My body wants real food. You know. Fruits and vegetables and maybe a hunk of seared meat. What my body has had today is a Cliff bar, four chocolate covered twizzlers, and two mighty fistfulls of chocolate covered pretzels.
I know how to cook. Most of the time I enjoy cooking, but for the last couple of years our diets have consisted of the four delivery food groups: Pizza Hut, Jimmy John's, Taco Shop, and China Garden. I do this weird thing when I eat really badly. I swell up like an infected puffer fish. I know, everybody bloats some after eating, but this is different - trust me. My friend and I actually tested this while we were hosting a lock in back when I taught high school. We measured my waist before and 30 minutes after getting bad fooded up. I gained three inches. In my defense, my body has been trying to kill me for quite some time - I was just stabbing back. Terrible defense, I know.
My husband was telling me about an article he read that said we don't actually want a lot of the crappy food we eat. Our brain just thinks back to the last few things we ate and develops a sort of muscle memory. If all you eat is junk, all your brain remembers is junk. It's really not as easy as you might think to break the cycle especially when pain is involved. Most of the time I'm just to tired to care.
I did, however, renew our membership to Hello Fresh. They have real food, and my husband has been going to war on the kitchen with me so I actually have clean pots to cook with. The first box is supposed to arrive tomorrow. That's a start.
And hey, Fitbit and I have accumulated 6162 steps - only 35,838 more to go. Guess I had better walk to the fridge.
Creating my own sunshine 🌞