I’ve Had Enough…
Last night I submitted to my cravings, and now I’m paying for it. I’ve had enough.
I’ve had enough of brown rice, white rice, lentil soup, protein shakes, PowerAde, Accelerade, Gatorade, EnduroxR4, power gels, hammer gels, cliff gels, Gu gels, Powerbars, Atkins bars, Zone bars, Cliff bars, fish, tuna, vegan protein patties, and black beans. I’ve had enough of whole wheat pasta (with no sauce), vegan cheese, Silk, egg whites, baked tilapia, grapes, apples, bananas, strawberries, kudos 100 calorie bars, Weight Watchers yogurt, water, Pam non-stick spray, broccoli, beets, salads, balsamic vinaigrette, bacon bits, croutons, mushrooms, spinach, mustard greens, basil, romaine, and asparagus. I’ve had enough of “responsible portions”, predictable meals, no fast food, no chocolate, no Grandma’s cookies, no Hershey’s Kisses, beer, and a good old fashioned Coca-Cola!!!
Last night I submitted to my cravings, and now I’m paying for it. I had a mental break down. I ordered a Buffalo wings special (10 hot wings, with fries, slaw, and a can a Pepsi). I inhaled it without remorse. I sat in my apartment silently not even taking a breath between bites. It was good. Really good. I laid back in my chair in triumph; admiring my devastation of the meal that was once in front of me in possibly world record time. Kobiyashi himself wouldn’t have had a chance against me in a contest on this day. I was full. FULL!! “Oh yea, this is what full feels like”! I felt like a man.
Ummmmm, good
I felt that way for about a little over 2 hours. My stomach caught up with me. And about 18 hours later I’m still paying for it. My stomach hurts. Was it the “911″ sauce that I asked for? Was it too much food? I sort of feel guilty. Sorta. But not much. I don’t know what came over me. Almost 3 weeks until Ironman UK, I felt I should have been more responsible. I broke down mentally.
As I look down at my baked salmon, brown rice, kidney beans, and corn for lunch today, I wish it were something else. Like a burger, with BBQ sauce. With blue cheese dressing. But I can’t go back to that place again. I, and my toilet, don’t feel like seeing each other that much in a day. So I’m back on the wagon, eating well, and soon I’ll be back to normal. Next time, I’ll go without the “911″ style, and go with the “Mild”.