|So long, dear friend. See you in a while. :(|
I'm about to do something I've never done before in all the years I can remember. I have committed myself to a Clean Eating Challenge. Me. Mrs. I don't have to try to lose weight. Mrs. Bucker of trends. Mrs. I can button my jeans. One of those links may have been a test to see whether or not you click on them. The truth is, my jeans don't button without a lot of breath-holding, these days. I have some bad habits, which started to catch up with me as soon as I stopped running after my stress fracture. There was no cost to commit to this challenge, and although I know being coached through a detox-ish diet-type thing like this via social media goes a teensy bit against what I've said before, I've accepted the fact that I do need to change some things.
Charming agreed (voluntarily!) to accept the challenge with me, so for the next two weeks, our diet will consist of all gross food and nothing delicious. Okay, I know that isn't true. Actually, I do cook healthy meals most of the time. We eat a lot of vegetables, fruits, and lean proteins. We don't keep soda in the house, and rarely eat fast food. We do eat tacos from Tijuana Flats every single Tuesday. My sister says our lives revolve around TF's Taco Tuesdaze promo, which is only partly true. Only our Tuesdays revolve around it. But still, it shouldn't be a problem to indulge one night each week with a soda, tortilla chips, and a couple of shells filled with juicy meat, crispy lettuce, lots of cheese, crunchy onions, seeds-removed jalapenos, briny black olives, fresh tomatoes and a generous drizzle of jalapeno hot sauce. The problem lies with what happens after our other healthy, balanced, appropriately portioned meals. Chips. Chips. Lots and lots of chips. We eat a shameful amount of chips. Go on. Get a mental picture of a "shameful" amount of chips. I bet you imagined low. I won't exaggerate and say that our chip habit keeps Frito-Lay in business, but I will tell you that I calculated how much money we could save by cutting the chips from our grocery bill, and the number fell right between "embarrassing" and "nauseating."
It seems contradictory to tell myself (and others) that I'm passionate about health and fitness and doing what I can to maintain both, when all the while I'm giving in to every food that cries, "Eat me!" I don't believe that cutting out all sugar, all fat, all carbs, or all meat is a good way to go. But I can't deny that eliminating all the super-processed, deep fried, nutritionally void foods will be of benefit to me. I don't need the leftover holiday candy. I don't need ice cream. I don't need beer. I'm pretty sure that I've passed the point in my life wherein I can indulge in those things without consequences to my body.
|Cheers! No adult beverages for 14 days!|
|Day 1. Whose jeans do you think are happier: mine, or Alessandra Ambrosio's? I think mine are under an awful lot of stress, and that can't be good.|
You know what's cool? You can join, too! The internet is wonderfully inclusive like that. You don't necessarily have to change in every way the challenge suggests, either. You could be like me, and just push yourself to break your worst habit(s). I would love to hear about it, whatever you do! Wait-- unless it's eating at Tijuana Flats and gorging yourself on chips. I can do without your telling me those things.