I knew this was coming. I braced myself. I thought I was ready. Turns out I really wasn’t. My time off work ended and the last two weeks have been busy and hectic and a challenge. They have also been energizing and fun and satisfying, but they’ve been awful in terms of taking good care of myself. My sleep has been lousy, I haven’t exercised nearly enough, and I’ve been eating poorly. Turns out old habits are hard to break. I knew this, of course. I even tried to plan for it. The sad truth is, though, that at the end of a long and busy work day I find it difficult to exercise and prepare nutritious meals. I’m trying. And eventually I’ll get it, but I’m not quite there yet. In the meantime, though, it would probably help if I stayed away from cinnamon bears and beer. UGH.
Monthly Archives: August 2013
Addictive Personality?
You hear people talking about addictive personalities. I don’t know if that’s a real, medically recognized “thing” but I do know that I hear the phrase fairly often. I’ve never thought of myself as someone with an addictive personality, but just this morning I started to wonder. You see, most days I check in here at the ‘ole blog (it’s been around since June) hoping to see that lots of people have surfed their way over to read my gems of wit and wisdom. Most days that doesn’t happen. Still, I find that checking out the blog stats is sort of a ritual for me. It dawned on me that it’s become a habit, and a pressing one at that.
So the big question rattling around in my brain, is whether I’m prone to “addictions” or not. I’m not drug or alcohol addicted. I’m not addicted to tobacco or adrenaline inducing activities (quite the opposite, I’m kind of a ‘fraidy cat). I do have this thing with food, though. Is it an addiction? I’m not sure, but maybe I need to learn more about it. I tend to think not. Just like this blogging thing, I think it’s more of a zealous interest than an addiction. Now if we could only get some more folks over hear to read and follow this blog, I would have something to really get zealous about!
Thinking Twice About Fish Fry and Pet Bears
It was a good week. A very good week. But it was also a tiring week so by Friday at dinner time, when it was just me and my sweetheart, neither of us had the energy to concoct something from our odd assortment of groceries. We decided to go out.
The conversation took longer than usual, as we couldn’t quite pinpoint where we wanted to go or what we wanted to eat. Finally we hit upon Fish Fry. Yum. Ok, I know. Fish Fry is the culinary equivalent of a pet bear. It seems awesome, but it can do some serious damage. Of course, hungry tired brain wasn’t thinking that way. It was just focused on the awesome side of the equation. And that Fish Fry was awesome. Completely delicious. Golden battered filets, tangy coleslaw, perfectly seasoned steak fries, the works. 
I savored that meal. But then something odd happened. I got full. But there was still food on my plate. Delicious deep fried nutritionally vacant food. What a strange feeling. I took another bite. Nope. I didn’t want it anymore. Now granted, I should have ordered broiled fish with steamed vegetables and a salad, I know this, but still, I choose to focus on the small victory of NOT cleaning my plate. This, however, was my only small victory.
Remember that pet bear I mentioned? Well, it doesn’t always hibernate. Sometimes it wakes up and does its bear thing, which may not be pretty. My fish fry was like that. A short while later at home I could hardly keep my eyes open. I was bloated and thirsty and just kind of uncomfortable. I was paying for that Fish Fry with discomfort. Sure it was awesome at the time, but at what price? The good thing is that today is a new day and I get to start over. Salad, anyone?
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