Just sitting here on a Saturday night, watching my husband play Modern Warfare with his geek virgin friends also gaming on a Saturday night. I am trying to get him to change his avatar name to RPatz4eva, but he isn’t buying it, so I thought I’d write about my ongoing obsession with food.
Food. I love food. Unfortunately, I am surrounded by people who also have the same problem as me, and a husband who has no idea what healthy cooking is, and let’s face it, his way of cooking is delicious and irresistible. Plus, when he cooks, I am not, and I hate cooking, no matter what my Pinterest page says. He cooks bacon by the pound and thinks that if he tells me not to eat it, that will somehow stop me from punching him in his junk to get past him to the bacon….or the cupcakes…or ice cream….whatever. The stuff just can not be in the house. So that way when the time comes, like now at 10 p.m. at night and I am desperately rummaging through my cabinets in search of crap, I find none, and have to eat a Nutrigrain bar or worse, an apple. But no, I have approximately 5 lbs. of Halloween candy that I totally pushed my kids to trudge up and down blocks and blocks of soggy wet, cold weather so I could eat it all when they go to bed. And I don’t just have a piece, no, I eat until I am slightly nauseous. The day after Halloween, I ate three pieces for breakfast. Breakfast. Seriously.
I have this really annoying guy at work, who’s all into working out and eating healthy, telling me on Friday that I should eat Chia seeds (yeah, like the Pet, which by the way, totally sells me on EATING them (sense the sarcasm), which are super healthy and delicious and he feels great all the time and has great energy. This guy also doesn’t eat the donuts on Tuesdays and “splurges” on the bagels on Friday, and always frowns and gets all judgey when the rest of us are gorging ourselves on the free chocolates a vendor dropped off, or the awesome spinach artichoke dip our co-worker makes. Grrr. Insert eye roll here and sarcastic comment about the ability to put the seeds on a donut and I exit the conversation. Healthy people are annoying. People who don’t exist to eat annoy me. Don’t talk to me about being healthy. I know how to eat, what to eat and how much to be a healthy, energetic, happy, fit woman. I know this. I know that when I work out I feel better. I know when I drink tons of water, I crave less sugary junk. I know that de-sugaring gets easier after the first week, but I always fall back into it. I love it. I love food. I am the fat kid with cake. It’s like my crack, except at least you can give up crack and never see it again. Food you need to live. I should eat to live right? No way, I come from a long line of living to eat. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday for God’s sake. How fat is that??? Forget presents, family time, just give me Grandma’s homemade stuffing and some pumpkin pie and I am in heaven.
I want to be like you healthy people. I don’t want to eat candy like it’s my job. I don’t want to crave crap food like Chef Boyardee and Swiss Cake Rolls. I don’t want to love regular Pepsi, which btw, is free at work. They are accomplices with my husband in the conspiracy to kill me. (To my credit, I have kicked this habit. I still love me some pop, but at least I can tolerate Diet with the help of transitioning through Coke Zero. God bless you sugar substitute, BUT, have I lost weight? Negative. Annoying.) But, I still drink pop, at least 2 a day, and I hate water with a passion. Yuck, so boring. And apparently the aspartame in Crystal Light negates the water I am consuming (so says healthy work guy), so that’s not a good compromise. No, it has to be the boring flavorless water, or nothing.
I don’t want to go into serious depression for the two months that Netty’s is closed to sell Christmas trees, even though I am lactose intolerant and spend most of the 2 a.m. hour cursing my medium swirl soft serve cone. It’s totally worth the pain, and I will do it again and again. But then, do I feel working out is worth the same pain? Not enough to do it more than 3X in a row. Just ask my sister, who when I told I was running in the mornings, laughed out loud because I had only done it twice so far, and she knew, just knew, it wouldn’t last much longer…and she was right. I didn’t do it again.
So anyways, here I am fighting the good fight. Problem is, my cholesterol is still sky-high and I keep gaining weight. I have to do something soon or my husband will be raising my kids alone, which scares me because I see zip ties as Gracie’s ponytail holders and Will never being able to pursue dance like I totally know he wants. So, therefore, I have to do SOMETHING. Any ideas? Mark has offered to punch me in the face when I open the fridge in a Pavlonian-dog type of training, but I think the outside world would frown on my black eyes. And really, if there is anything pumpkin in that fridge, I’ll take the black eye. I’ve thought of hypnotism, but that hypnotist has be freakishly good at their job for my subconscious to out talk my conscious brain heading for a late night Ben & Jerry’s.
Well, writing this helped curb my current obsession with eating, maybe I should just post an ode to food every night I get these cravings? …Wait, nevermind. Just re-read and really want some Ben & Jerry’s.
Mmmm…chef boyardee. I’m tempted to buy that every time I pass it at the grocery store. This post makes me hungry. Obviously I’m no help.