So, yeah, Sandy hit everyone pretty hard. But I never lost power, never had to fight for gas, never had to retrieve my belongings from the ocean, never had to watch my neighborhood go up in flames, never had to search for a hot meal and never had to take an ice cold shower.
Nope. I am so lucky.
The only thing affected was my waistline. And that was hit hard.
The event too easily morphed into my excuse for indulging in cheese-its, beer, burgers, fries, ice cream, cupcakes, chocolate, chips, chocolate chips and anything else I can't think of that has left toxic molecules floating around my brain and contributed to an influx of adipose tissue that currently sticks to my hips.
Oh yeah baby! I went HAM on some ham...sandwiches. I ate Shake Shack for goodness sake!!! Shani ate Fast food!!!
Oooohhh but it was gooood.
For the moment...
All this food...then what?
The fat fest is over. All I felt while eating these things were the happy chemicals seeping through my brain cells. The moment the last bite was ingested, I felt empty. And mad! I wanted MORE.
I was mad that it was over and I felt unsatisfied.
It's no wonder why it's so easy to overeat. It's no wonder I was so large most of my life. The resentment of finishing that last bite fueled my mindless consumption. It's how eating disorders originate. I don't get those feelings and swings from natural food.
Hmm.
Processed Foods = Drugs
So I ate everything my tummy and my heart could handle. And what I have to show for it is tighter pants.
I dont pretend to be perfect all the time. If I did I would blog about how fantastic my workouts are and how awesome it is to eat chicken and broccoli six times a day while conveniently never posting current progress pictures. Most of us indulge once in a while. Some indulge more than others.
I always remember a little quote/saying: what you eat in private you will wear in public.
If you're not happy then stop sabotaging yourself!
And don't you dare lie to yourself!!
Who benefits from lies you tell yourself? Take it from a self proclaimed over-achiever/over-doer - I've learned the hard way many times...and still learn it occasionally that I will only lose what I'm trying to achieve if I'm not being truthful with myself.
During this period that my blood was thick with high fructose corn syrup, an apple repulsed me. Salads seemed like a waste of perfectly good stomach space and water made me gag. It was as if all good and healthful habits and foods were abandoned for synthetic and mind altering substances - like the seasoning on Doritos chips.
And guess what happens when you're clogged up with processed food? My motivation to workout was missing. I felt sluggish and sleepy. I just didn't feel good. So I had to snap back to what I love....and that's to feel good. I found my stopping point.
We all have some sort of filter. It's your difference between over-eating for one meal versus over-eating for years.
Fortunately, the weight's been melting off again. My meals are prepped and my motivation refreshed.
Indulge if you must...but give yourself a definite STOP date.
I over ate for 2 weeks. And I'm waaay over it.
Nope. I am so lucky.
The only thing affected was my waistline. And that was hit hard.
The event too easily morphed into my excuse for indulging in cheese-its, beer, burgers, fries, ice cream, cupcakes, chocolate, chips, chocolate chips and anything else I can't think of that has left toxic molecules floating around my brain and contributed to an influx of adipose tissue that currently sticks to my hips.
Oh yeah baby! I went HAM on some ham...sandwiches. I ate Shake Shack for goodness sake!!! Shani ate Fast food!!!
Oooohhh but it was gooood.
For the moment...
All this food...then what?
The fat fest is over. All I felt while eating these things were the happy chemicals seeping through my brain cells. The moment the last bite was ingested, I felt empty. And mad! I wanted MORE.
I was mad that it was over and I felt unsatisfied.
It's no wonder why it's so easy to overeat. It's no wonder I was so large most of my life. The resentment of finishing that last bite fueled my mindless consumption. It's how eating disorders originate. I don't get those feelings and swings from natural food.
Hmm.
Processed Foods = Drugs
So I ate everything my tummy and my heart could handle. And what I have to show for it is tighter pants.
I dont pretend to be perfect all the time. If I did I would blog about how fantastic my workouts are and how awesome it is to eat chicken and broccoli six times a day while conveniently never posting current progress pictures. Most of us indulge once in a while. Some indulge more than others.
I always remember a little quote/saying: what you eat in private you will wear in public.
If you're not happy then stop sabotaging yourself!
And don't you dare lie to yourself!!
Who benefits from lies you tell yourself? Take it from a self proclaimed over-achiever/over-doer - I've learned the hard way many times...and still learn it occasionally that I will only lose what I'm trying to achieve if I'm not being truthful with myself.
During this period that my blood was thick with high fructose corn syrup, an apple repulsed me. Salads seemed like a waste of perfectly good stomach space and water made me gag. It was as if all good and healthful habits and foods were abandoned for synthetic and mind altering substances - like the seasoning on Doritos chips.
And guess what happens when you're clogged up with processed food? My motivation to workout was missing. I felt sluggish and sleepy. I just didn't feel good. So I had to snap back to what I love....and that's to feel good. I found my stopping point.
We all have some sort of filter. It's your difference between over-eating for one meal versus over-eating for years.
Fortunately, the weight's been melting off again. My meals are prepped and my motivation refreshed.
Indulge if you must...but give yourself a definite STOP date.
I over ate for 2 weeks. And I'm waaay over it.