It’s 12 after 9 pm and I’ve got a load of writing and other “work” to complete yet. But I’m really dragging ass… I feel heavy, weak and exhausted and it’s not because I’m lacking sleep or anything like that.
My lethargy is no mystery at all – in addition to being painful, it’s painfully clear to me what I’m dealing with…
Allow me to explain…
Angie and I had one of those rare evenings where we both found ourselves at home without a plan or even a clue as to what was for dinner. Either one or both of us had plans that changed and add to that our hectic day and we it’s easy to excuse ourselves being out of whack.
I do have to admit that there was a part of me that was enjoying the experience – the confusion of, “what’s for dinner?”
It connected me with a real life experience of just how easy it is to “get by” on less than optimal choices when you’re simply eating on demand – sort of a freestyle like.
We got real creative and decided to make a pizza – a very rare treat. Given that our 2 year old son is a rare meat-eating vegan, thanks to severe food allergies, even pizza around here tends to be pretty healthy.
We built the pizza, used some good veggies, chicken, artichoke hearts and some funky soy cheese product – oh yes, I snuck some real cheese on a slice later but no where near this.
Homemade crust, homemade pizza, all with an eye (or at least a good story) on staying healthy and yet here I am, an hour and some later, just beat. Why? Simple, while our homemade pie was no where near the death-bomb of today’s standard triple meat, quintuple cheese pizzas it was a heavier meal that I am used to. Break it down and it’s a dense food with a lot of carbs and fat – it’s hard to fill pizza with adequate protein even the best of intentions.
And like I say, building a healthy pizza is a lot like smoking a healthier cigarette… well, that’s a little harsh but I’m sure you get the idea.
Angie and I are not used to eating heavy, out of balance meals like this – it’s a good reminder of why we don’t. Sure, it seems like keen, crazy, wild fun for a few minutes but it doesn’t take long before you’re not just filled with grease but with regret.
I don’t like the feeling of having regretted a meal – it seems like such a waste. I love food and I’ve come to love the way food can help me feel alive and energized. I love the knowing that I’ve dome something healthy for myself – that I enjoyed a great, balanced, nutrition meal and then feeling great afterwards.
Since I created Full Strength and it’s become such an integral part of my daily nutrition, I’m more sensitive than ever to the toll all food places on my body – and how draining it can be for an hour or so. Moderate to lousy meals like the one I had tonight makes it even that much more debilitating.
For the short-lived satisfaction, no way it's worth it to feel this lousy. I feel like I’m being pulled down and out of life - like I’m missing out on the energy and life I could be enjoying this evening simply because I overindulged in lousy foods.
That’s to high a price.
But I tell you, it’s a damned good lesson to learn – again. What a powerful reminder.
And one other thing, just one meal like that and honestly, I feel like it’s all I can do to lay down and stare at a TV… suddenly the mystery of the ratings for American Idol make perfect sense to me! The way the vast majority of American’s eat – I can see how that show might actually draw one in.
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