Thursday, February 11, 2016
What is That Thing?
Man, you guys, I've been on a feeding frenzy lately. I want to eat all day long, and that's not good.
Oh, I probably know why, or at least have some reliable theories, not that it matters. Usually it's because I've gotten in the habit of eating more carbs than I really need, which messes with my blood sugar. And then those carbs want more and more carbs to keep them company. Needy, greedy little buggers.
Maybe the carb sitch would be okay but I'm not exercising enough to burn the carbs. Maybe I'm stress eating. Maybe it's a pre-lady time thing, but that's kind of funny because that's in the realm of the great unknown these days. Or maybe I've finally passed into the post-lady-time phase and this is how it's going to be. I am going to want to eat all the time and wear nothing but elastic waist pants.
And yes, there's a part of me that says, What's wrong with that?
So I find myself wishing I could just eat one more thing, one last thing. The ONE THING that would stop the cravings and make me not want to eat anymore. Something to just flip the switch, hit the reset button.
WHAT IS THAT THING?
I ask myself as I stare into the refrigerator and pantry. Is it protein? Eggs? Bacon? Chicken, salmon, steak? More salads and greens? Fruit? Something fatty? Yes, please. Yes, yes, yes. All of it.
It certainly can't be cookies, tortilla chips, nuts, popcorn, brownies, chocolate, more chocolate, peanut butter, and did I mention chocolate? Because I've tried all those. And yum.
Look, I know this sounds ridiculous. As if the key to solving a food issue is more food. Crazier still, ONE food.
But wouldn't it be awesome if it were? And the ONE THING was easy to find, and everyone could just go to the store and buy the ONE THING that would cure their cravings. Or just drive out to the ONE THING orchard, where ONE THINGS are always in season, and pick a big ole fresh, juicy, tasty, mouthwatering, satisfying THING.
Ah, it's nice to dream.
More likely, realistically, it's not a ONE but NONE. As in just stop it already. Maybe do a short fast (ugh...), and then go back to more sensible eating. Maybe do a Whole 30.
Ha ha! Now I'm really dreaming.
Well, at least while I was writing this, I wasn't eating. Now if only the way to the treadmill didn't take me through the kitchen.