I have apples, oranges, cheese, yogurt, kale, lettuce, carrots, celery, onions, garlic, beans, rice, potatoes – and all I want to eat is junk.
If I could survive on chips and chocolate, I’d be a happy woman. I try to diet, I do. I try to make salmon and kale my best food friends, and I eat them like one being forced to eat sludge. I made Maple-glazed salmon, faithfully executing the recipe, only to choke the shit down. I nearly ate a box of cookies later to make up for it.
Why can’t I like what’s good for me? Have you tried eating kale? I think even cows pass it over because of all the chewing.
Sugar and caffeine, two of my favorite things in the world are slowly killing me. One of my favorite people in the world died when she was 99 – and she lived a happy life eating her Georgia-peach pies and drinking pots full of coffee.
I exercise, and laugh, and play, and my waistline keeps increasing from all the love I shower myself with in the form of chips and hummus and guacamole.
Moderation. I’m told that’s the key, but my brain doesn’t distinguish between ‘full’ and ‘time to stop eating’. My mother is in her eighties, rail thin, and eats pints of ice cream at a time. She has a fast metabolism, I do not. I’d call her a bad word, but she’s my mother…
I’m doing the tricks to make my metabolism faster – taking specific herb and spice combinations, drinking water first thing in the morning, interval run/walking. I can white-knuckle it with the best of them – not giving into cravings, until finally, I do – and then I’m off & running again.
I know there’s a better way, but my brain would like me to shut the hell up and keep the chocolate coming.
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