Eating to die.
When I’m not tired I have an unhealthy love of food. When I’m exhausted I have no control over my desire for food. I will eat anything and everything. For the last…what’s it been now…month already?…I’ve been exhausted. Today is the first day I feel like I’ve finally gotten on top of my work. It started with working until 2am and since then I couldn’t catch up! I’d get a night’s break - an opportunity to go to bed at a normal hour - and then it’d be a week of late nights and early mornings again!
I’ve come out of this bad patch without any gym time and feeling positively frumpy, well padded and whale-like. I’ve eaten the worst kinds of food - the convenient, ready made or fast-food kind - and I feel terrible for it.
It’s not all bad I suppose. I did learn something. I’ve realized that I have no control of what I put in my mouth when I’m over tired and that my eating habits on a normal day are ghastly.
I don’t eat my food. I don’t even appreciate it - I shovel it into my mouth, masticate it three of four times to get it into position and swallow that way I can hurry it up and shovel more in…
When did I lose that joy of taste? When did I last appreciate the flavours, textures and aromas of food? When last did I eat something made with care, with nourishment, quality and enjoyment in mind?
It’s time I took cognisence of what I use as fuel and how I perform a fill-up.
October 8, 2009 at 5:04 am
Good luck with your goals! :0)