I am so forgetful. Here I am, beating myself up about being a major pig lately completely forgetting the hunger that comes with training. I eat a bowl of cereal for breakfast- the high protein, low fat cereal- and thirty minutes later, I’m starving. And not just the oh-I-want-something-to-eat-because-I’m-bored hunger but the stomach-growling kind. So then I eat my mid-morning snack. At 7:15.
For anyone who has ever trained really hard for something, you know how this is. You know that when you say you’re hungry, it’s because you really are. Yet, in the little body image mind game constantly going in my head, I forget this. I forget that your body’s fuel needs change when you’re depleting it like crazy. I forget the feeling that says GET ME SOMETHING TO EAT NOW OR I WILL EAT YOUR ARM AND QUITE POSSIBLY THE CHILD STANDING NEXT TO YOU is serious, not hormonal. Instead I eat when I’m hungry and don’t always make good choices and feel bad about it later. I don’t know why I do this, but I do. Like the empanadas I ate after my long run last weekend. They were so very good, but I didn’t let myself completely enjoy them, which is sad. But honestly, empanadas are way too good to care anyway.
That all ends today though. I forget no more. I will eat, I will eat well. I will enjoy it. Today I have eaten the following (sorry, I know this is thrilling): 1 bowl of oatmeal, 1 apple, 1 banana, 1 soy chai tea, 1 green salad, 1/2 cup of lemon pepper tuna, 1 cheese stick, 1 piece of whole grain toast, 1 handful of pretzels, 1 pack of 100 calorie crackers, 5 strawberries and 1 yogurt. And it’s not yet 2:00 p.m. Tonight I will have ravioli and asparagus, which I’ve been looking forward to all week. It’s okay though, because along with eating enough for a family of four, my pants are loose and requiring a belt. Marathon training is not meant to be a diet plan, but it sure is a nice side effect, as are the empanadas.
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