I have a confession to make.
I feel like a cow.
Recently, I have been regularly stuffing my mouth with things like alcohol, sweets, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and restaurant food (and no, I’m not replacing the fries with a salad.)
My schedule has me out of town two nights out of the week, and Cory and I are admittedly on a “let’s try all these new, fun restaurants in Richmond” binge.
I tell myself, “Aw, heck. What’s one more order of fries? Certainly I can forget the ones I had three days ago.”
I find myself in this familiar rut every now and again: I eat crappy food, and then I feel like crap. As a result, I feel like crap so I eat crappy food.
And I have to admit – it’s really hard to stop the cycle of bad eating. Really, really hard.
I feel as though I get to the point where I’ve filled my body with so much bad food that the badness consumes my brian. Like I’m just filled to the brim with bad food and bad choices.
Eating dessert become an automatic response, even if I’m full and not truly craving sweets. Mindless snacking becomes a regular occurrence. Portion sizes for an elephant grace my dinner plate.
It gets ugly.
But the cycle is possible to break. For me, I simply have to own the fact that I’m treating myself poorly and making bad food choices. I need to own the fact that I feel sluggish and puffy. I need to own the fact that I deserve better than that.
The point is, if you can agree to anything that I’m saying, remind yourself that you’re worth more than food that makes you feel like a bloated slug. You deserve to feel, look, and act your best.
And if I can pull myself out of a grease-and-sugar rut, you can too. No really, you can. 😉