At a work training session a few months ago, one of the ice breakers was to share with the group your favorite food. Most answered “seafood” or “anything Italian”. Me? I had to be a smart ass and answer (honestly, I’m afraid):
Anything in a package.
Yup, there it is. The absolute truth and no surprise to those who know me best.
Even before I began running the kind of miles that enable me to eat whatever I want, I had always been able to eat whatever I wanted. Frankly, I never placed much importance on food. Only when I began running did I realize I needed to give a little bit of thought to what I put into my body. Now it was considered fuel.
This is not to say that I don’t enjoy fresh fruit or vegetables. But more honesty? I’m lazy. No thinking or planning needed for a quick buttering of peanut butter toast for breakfast. Unless I bring leftovers to work for lunch, there’s a good chance I’ll be found grabbing a breakfast sandwich via McDonald’s drive-thru. Even my GU comes in a package. And how do I wash it all down? I grab myself a Coke or some other sugary drink. What a hot mess.
Something about today was different. Having nothing to do with weight loss or diet fads, I tried having a bowl of fresh strawberries for breakfast. Usually, I’m famished by 10:00, but today, I sailed right through until lunch time. Scott and I had a lunch date, where he brought me a salad with grilled chicken. I washed it down with a bottle of water. By the end of lunch time, I was feeling like a rock star.
Then Marissa brought cupcakes into the office. Sigh.
Fortunately, they were quite mini. I did have one and enjoyed every mini bite of the mini cupcake. And I washed it down with water. Dinner consisting of spaghetti and meatballs (washed down with water) rounded out Day 1 of this fueling experiment.
The reason for the experiment? I’m tired of feeling gross. Plain and simple. If I don’t want to feel gross anymore, I need to change what I eat and drink. I still see ultra race goodies in my future, but in its place (like during an ultra race) and not in the form of a daily diet.
I’ll always have a soft spot for packaged food, but more real food is likely to prevent me from gaining too large a soft spot….on me!
Wish me luck!!