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I am not a foodie. I’m a food addict, but not a foodie.

I love food, and don’t know when to stop eating. If I could eat gluten, there is no way I would have lost the 80 pounds I’ve lost. I was only able to lose this weight once I became gluten intolerant. I used to hide Tasty Kakes and Little Debbie snacks in my trunk so that whomever I was married to at the time wouldn’t know how many of them I was actually eating. I don’t need fancy, fru fru types of desserts. I want sugary, fatty, full of flavor, very bad for you cakes.

OK, I need to pull back from that or just the ideas of the foods that I can’t have will cause me to gain weight. Think I’m kidding? I bet you if someone did a study on how smells effect our insulin, they would find that smells trigger the brain to release insulin to prepare for the ingestion of so much sugar and fat into our bodies. If we are smelling it, we must be about ready to eat it. I need to keep that in mind because I ask to smell the foods that I can’t have all the time. If a complete stranger is sitting nest to me at a dinner table, I will ask to smell their bread or dessert when it comes out. So far, no one has refused me. I just make sure not to stick my nose in it.

So, I need to remember that food is fuel. I should be eating to fuel my body, maybe with a couple of treats thrown in every now and then. Why should I do this? Because when I eat carbs, especially sugar, my brain fogs. I feel sluggish and have no interest in doing much of anything. It effects me physically and mentally. But, when I eat high fat, medium protein and low/no carb, I get a major boost in energy and get so much accomplished. I need to remember this.

Food is fuel.

And I need to stop feeling punished because ice-cream, pie, cake, pizza, bread are foods that I shouldn’t be eating. Hell, for cheat day I’m already planning how much of that stuff I can get away with eating. AND I’m going back home in a couple of weeks…..it involves boardwalk foods. I can guarantee that it will be Thrasher’s french fries, Birch Beer and Dumpser’s Ice-cream. Rewards. Not.

Actually, since I’m training for that 5k that weekend, I need to remember not to eat that stuff.

Food is fuel.