So if you've read my blog before or follow me on twitter, you'll know that I have the eating habits of, wait, what was it my friend said this morning? Oh yes...
"A malnourished, low income child."*
And my fridge has oft been compared to that of a young male bacherlor, living on his own. IT contained an almost empty carton of milk, two six-packs of beer, a carton of eggs I couldn't remember buying, and a package of hotdogs.
*PLEASE NOTE: This was after I told her I was eating a pizza lunchable at 10am and would probably have another one at lunchtime.
But those things are DAMN tasty.
"A malnourished, low income child."*
And my fridge has oft been compared to that of a young male bacherlor, living on his own. IT contained an almost empty carton of milk, two six-packs of beer, a carton of eggs I couldn't remember buying, and a package of hotdogs.
*PLEASE NOTE: This was after I told her I was eating a pizza lunchable at 10am and would probably have another one at lunchtime.
But those things are DAMN tasty.
But I have also let it be known that I would like to change my ways. I have publicly stated, in this blog at least, that I would like to do better.
But like any addict, despite the best of intentions, I still often fail.
I got to the grocery store and stock my fridge with fruits and veggies and meat, all raw and unprocessed! No packaged meals or frozen tv dinners!
And then this happens...
But like any addict, despite the best of intentions, I still often fail.
I got to the grocery store and stock my fridge with fruits and veggies and meat, all raw and unprocessed! No packaged meals or frozen tv dinners!
And then this happens...
Many thanks to The Oatmeal, who clearly understands my life.
But inevitably, the same thing always hapens. The beautiful, healthy food sits in my fridge. And upon arriving home from a run or the gym, I inevitably open my fridge and see...
WORK.
"No, I can't eat that. Then I'd have to cook it for many minutes. That takes too long. Where's my granola bars? I'll just eat three or four of those..."
SIGH.
And so, there it sits, waiting patiently. Until eventually it becomes like the aforementioned carton of eggs where I can't even remember when I bought it.
I've tried doing shakes. They're quick! They're easy! They're... not. And to be completely honest, I think I enjoy chewing. I MISS CHEWING.
I'm still trying. I'm still learning. I know I should do more in the way of meal prep. But it's just so much easier when someone else does it, right? Anyone interested in an internship as my personal chef? I promising to give you glowing reviews. And you can sleep on my couch. So long as the cats don't mind sharing...
Anyways, I know I need work. I know I would be a much better athlete/runner/person if I ate healthier foods. But the convenience of canned pop and lunchables still draws me like a moth to a flame.
I guess I'll try again...
But inevitably, the same thing always hapens. The beautiful, healthy food sits in my fridge. And upon arriving home from a run or the gym, I inevitably open my fridge and see...
WORK.
"No, I can't eat that. Then I'd have to cook it for many minutes. That takes too long. Where's my granola bars? I'll just eat three or four of those..."
SIGH.
And so, there it sits, waiting patiently. Until eventually it becomes like the aforementioned carton of eggs where I can't even remember when I bought it.
I've tried doing shakes. They're quick! They're easy! They're... not. And to be completely honest, I think I enjoy chewing. I MISS CHEWING.
I'm still trying. I'm still learning. I know I should do more in the way of meal prep. But it's just so much easier when someone else does it, right? Anyone interested in an internship as my personal chef? I promising to give you glowing reviews. And you can sleep on my couch. So long as the cats don't mind sharing...
Anyways, I know I need work. I know I would be a much better athlete/runner/person if I ate healthier foods. But the convenience of canned pop and lunchables still draws me like a moth to a flame.
I guess I'll try again...
And if you really wanna follow along with me on this horrible, rollercoaster ride of a journey to eating better, you can find me on MyFitnessPal. AND! I am getting a fitbit tonight (YAY!) and you can follow me there! Really, you can pretty much stalk me whenever you'd like. So stalk me on fitbit too and we can be walking buddies! Whoo-hoo! #runlove, y'all. |