Monday, August 23, 2010

weekends are not for the weak

I love my job, it's interesting and fast-paced and keeps my brain stimulated. I work with a variety of personalities which I'm pretty sure makes me more well-rounded and somehow more sane at the end of the day, BUT when it comes right down to it, I'm always working for the weekend. The weekend brings me peace (if I want it) and a sense of freedom that comes with choosing to do whatever you want with the 8 hours you usually spend chained to an office chair. Most importantly, the weekend brings me more time to spend with people who make me laugh so hard my face hurts.

Bringing me to my next point (I promise, there's a point), I've discovered that I'm most definitely an eat-when-I'm-happy kind of gal. If I'm feeling stressed or bummed, food is not the fix, but good gravy, if I'm having a grand time, bring on the snacks!  Quite the pickle because being that I'm really a happy clam, generally speaking, that tends to equal me eating (rather carelessly) 98.4% of the time. And since I have beautiful people in my life that make me feel special and important, I have to blame them for eating fried pickles (pun intended) and macaroni and cheese last night. Sorry guys, I love you, but this is totally your fault.

FRIED PICKLES, people. Who does that?

I'm always amazed by the "slippery slope" that becomes of poor food choices. And while a few munchies here and there are nothing to blog about, a whole weekend of foods that are made of regret and indigestion is probably something to marinate on for a minute. It's like the freedom of the weekend sends my sensible side into a tizzy, leaving my less than regimented side free to wreak havoc on the ole' bod.

The point is, when I'm totally content, I don't stop to consider what I'm putting into my body and quite frankly that will almost always lead to a feeling of discontent shortly thereafter. Exhibit A. waking up this morning was absolute torture, I actually felt like a slug trudging through the apartment.

SO this week will be made of good decisions! Strong-willed, clear-minded, educated decisions! Besides, I have to start training for a team competition in October. The idea of people counting on me not to suck to be my very best should be motivational, no?

Oh and in case you were wondering, I had fries last week. Twice.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

taking responsibility is overrated

Here's the deal.
I freaking love food. LOVE it. But in general, I make terrible choices when I'm eating. I know good-for-you things taste good because I make them all the time for my roommate (maybe he's  my boyfriend too, details) but for some reason I always gravitate toward the bad-for-you things instead. WHY? 

Things I can blame:
-growing up on a diet of lucky charms, white rice and grilled cheese sandwiches
-food stylists and photographers
-my entire collegiate career
-the little seasoning mix on french fries
-girl scouts
-all treat shops ever created ever on the planet
-the trickery that sugar plays on your brain
-myself? nah.

Also, I've been a vegetarian for about 6 years and think I might not be anymore. Weird, right?

Needless to say, I'm utterly confused. Maybe I'll gain some clarity through this little exercise.