We're attending an open house this afternoon, at which there will be food, of course. Not the best day to begin working on my personal infrastructure, now that our home infrastructure is back on track.
I will admit to some very not-good choices the past couple weeks, which have proven to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm an emotional eater.
Not everyone believes that
I AM COLD = I MUST EAT CRAP
but apparently I do. (In case you're new here, our home heating system went out on Thanksgiving and wasn't replaced until December 11.) And I really, really, really paid for it yesterday.
I walked in the early afternoon (and listened to the next-to-last episode of Serial for the first two miles). The first three miles went well. I noticed a slight twinge of pain in my right hip, but that's been going on for a long time now, and I'm 63+ years old, and who doesn't experience slight aches and pains when they hit their 60s?
But it got worse and worse and worse during the last mile. I remember thinking at the 1/4-mile-to-go point that I wasn't sure if I could make it or not. My husband was with me and offered to go get the car, but I declined, gritted my teeth and kept putting one foot in front of the other until I made it.
I took a shower, thinking the warm water might help – it didn't – after which I took some Tylenol and then I took to my bed. I got up to fix dinner a couple hours later and went back to bed right after dinner and another Tylenol.
And I woke up 11 hours later, pain-free.
The crap food I've been eating (which is only crap for ME, mind you, you may eat whatever you like) included whole-wheat sandwich buns, oatmeal with brown sugar, and pasta. In other words, gluten and grains and sugar, oh my. I don't keep much crap food in the house, but the past couple weeks have been BRUTAL and COLD, and in order to comfort myself I NEEDED carbs.
Apparently.
But I realized limping home yesterday that comforting my psyche with crap food truly does hurt my body. And when my body hurts, my psyche does, as well.
So we'll go to the open house this afternoon, a time when I don't normally eat anyway. (I try to do a three meals/no snacks routine.) If there are high-protein options, I might have a bite. If not, I'll do my very-very-very best to remember how hard it was to make it that last quarter mile yesterday.
It wouldn't hurt to remember how good it felt to wear skinny black jeans last year, either.
2 comments:
One thing "going primal" did for me is point out how much grains affect me. I thought I was getting arthritis or something, or that I was headed for a knee surgery, because of the aches in my joints. Stopped eating bread and behold! No more aches. Eat a piece of bread and behold! Aches. It's that direct. When I eat off plan for a few days I can barely walk up the stairs.
EXACTLY!
My husband had been somewhat skeptical of my jumping on the paleo bandwagon, but I overheard him explaining to a friend that he's now – because of last week's dramatic evidence that grain = pain – thoroughly convinced that there's "something to it." =)
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