I have a good relationship with food.
As a kid, I wasn’t into food. I liked treats, I wasn’t usually a member of the “clean plate club” (of which I am now Club President, thankyouverymuch), I didn’t get excited about food, and I was picky.
Maybe all that picky-ness was due to a complete lack of presentable chompers. Just a thought.
However, something changed in my senior year of high school. Since then, I’ve been all about food. I’m pretty much always hungry. Ever since I suddenly couldn’t eat whatever I wanted (darned that whole “growing up” thing), I’ve liked to keep it healthy. ‘Cause if the food’s healthy, you feel better and you can eat way more of it.
Note that key word there: healthy.
I mention this because there’s certain search term that keeps popping up on my blog, and it’s a term I have no relation to.
Say whaaaat? C’mon, guys. Let’s talk.
My senior year of college, I trained for my first half marathon. My college had an awful, terrible cafeteria (read: fried food, pizza, cereal, or salad bar – that’s it). So, I was typically stuck at the salad bar trying to eat something that wasn’t old/wouldn’t poison me/wasn’t fried. I was too cheap to go out for meals during the week, so I’d take what I could get fo free.
When I was suddenly running way more than I was used to, a day of egg whites with toast, fruit, yogurt, peanut butter, granola, cereal, and a salad with turkey weren’t cutting it for my daily calorie/fat intake.
I was trying to fuel my body by eating healthy things (“gotta be healthy to run fast!”) — I just wasn’t getting enough of it. Of course, I had plenty of weekend treats… duh, I was in college (read: wine/candy/beer/dip/bread/liquor/lotsofjunkinlargequantities). And I most certainly didn’t hold back from those.
I dropped weight, and other than my clothes fitting looser, I just didn’t see I looked too skinny.
Looking back at pictures, I do see it now, and I’ve learned from that oversight. I consider myself lucky I’ve never felt the need to starve myself.
And even if I did, I’m pretty sure there is no way I’d have enough self-control to not eat.
No, I have never suffered from an eating disorder. Yes, I was silly while training for my first half marathon and didn’t realize I needed much more food for the amount of exercise I was doing.
I haven’t ever felt the need to starve myself. Anyone who knows me well can attest that “with food” is my natural habitat, and it was then, too.
And yes, I gained plenty of weight back after the half was over, and through that oversight in training for my first half, I learned how to properly fuel myself (and more) through training for my first marathon.
I now know that I need more healthy fats, more chocolate milk for my sore muscles, and more carbs for energy. I probably don’t need more booze, pizza, and brownies, but I’ve incorporated that, too.
Yes, I weigh plenty more than I did while training for that first half marathon.
Hope that cleared some things up for you curious georges.