Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Even Former Foodies Relapse

Turns out one is never safe from the allure of the Pecan Coconut Chocolate Chip Cookie (of which I'd have a photo except for the teensy problem that I immediately INHALED it) Trust me to write about something as if I've put it firmly behind me when in reality it continues to haunt me.

Some days I am on-top-of-the-world invincible and I want nothing but to strengthen my body, to fuel it with life-affirming food. Spinach-berry salad, anyone?

And then there are other days--and they may or may not involve the sister letters P, M, and S--when any and all crap-food must get in mah bellay. Especially the afore-mentioned cookie or essentially any white flour/white sugar carb. Pizza, anyone?

Strangely, I don't have a problem still working out or running when I've had a crap-food day. Crap food = deep-fried anything, chocolate anything, or ice cream, but so far absolutely NO soda (so that's something, at least). In fact, I somehow rationalize eating the crap because after all I am working out so it won't be that bad if I indulge. Right? Right?

How backwards-thinking is that? Mostly it makes all my working out POINTLESS. I mean, I run anywhere from 25-40 miles a week and weight lift HARD 3x a week all to get my body back into some sort of recognizable shape. And then I go and muck it all up by letting a combination of butter, flour and chocolate in the door. The door which is my mouth, ahem.

These last 30 lbs are going NOwhere, they will just stay right here on my hips, thankyouverymuch. Dain-it!

The point is we all engage in backwards-thinking to some degree. I just need a little "A" to get me through a little "B" and that's where the negotiation kicks in. Where the importance of getting through "B" seems to outweigh any number of factors and therefore the need for any "A" is okay.








A:B:
cussing stress
music (you know the kind I mean)running
comfort foodstressful situation/bad day
book/medicationinsomnia
medicationstressful situation/insecurity
sexemotional stress/insecurity
speedingbeing late
yelling (not that I, uh, er, that is)STRESS

Looking at these few examples, it's obvious that stress plays a huge role in how we rationalize the things we do. So right now I'm going to give myself a little permission to be stressed out and to realize that I will come out the other end of it - ALIVE, even - with or without the aid of one (or two, or three) Pecan Coconut Chocolate Chip Cookies. And if I can manage it without turning to my ever faithful cookies then my hips, as I used to know them, may be back sooner rather than later.

How do you cope with stress?

14 comments:

Heffalump said...

I like the distinction between stress and STRESS. Does the yelling include cussing?

I have to admit that I am an emotional eater. Food is like a great big hug to me, and a carrot stick just doesn't cut it. It's very sad really.

b. said...

I definitely eat my feelings. It's not the amount though, it's the lack of quality--at least in relation to food.

Mrs. Organic said...

Oh yes, I pick my poison well - I don't waste calories. If I'm going to go for it I go BIG, baby.

Emma J said...

Oksy, so the A list looks pretty good to me - maybe replace yelling with - I don't know, have you thought of taking of yodelling? operatic wailing? Might be nearly as satisfying. And cussing just means you secretly and deeply need to learn another language NOW preferably by the immersion method - as in, travel there tonight and stay until you're fluent. (Of course, that's not what I do - I go for cookies and hot baths - )

Loralee and the gang... said...

Chocolate chip brownies. They heal everything.
:~D

Elizabeth-W said...

Nobody craves lifesavers. We crave fat. It does something to brain chemistry.
Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia (usually the yogurt version b/c if I'm gonna eat the whole pint I prefer to have a lot less calories).

Mrs. Organic said...

I am not going to OWN everything on that list, but I will admit to letting the odd cuss word fly, raising my decibel level and the food. Oh, the food.

Seriously, back on the wagon tomorrow. Right after I finish this plate of fudge.

Shawn said...

I am VERY stressed right now---and I find myself trying to do little things that make me happy, like reading every night, even though I get to bed at 2:00 a.m....or going to movies by myself sometimes when I am at a breaking point.
Sometimes I just need to escape!

Nancy Face said...

I'm having a hard time getting past the Pecan Coconut Chocolate Chip Cookies! I will dream about them as I go running in a few minutes with my tooth throbbing! ;)

Mrs. Organic said...

So I am trying to talk a girlfriend into an escape this weekend. I haven't done a "girls' trip" and here I am getting old - I think it's time.

I would probably bring more books than is possible to read, more knitting than is possible to knit, and my camera in hopes of snapping more pics than is possible to snap in a 48-hour period. Because probably I would just relish the company and the quiet.

Emma J said...

I can't wait to see your 48 hours of pictures and hear all about the weekend away . . .

andrea said...

Me + stress = yelling, eating not so good food....as in anything processed with lots of refined sugar, and a big messy house that stresses me out further. :) (Not that my house is big....the mess is!)

Kado! said...

MMMmmmthose cookies sound oh-so-Yummy!!!

I just try to avoid being stressed by getting things done ahead of time that could lead to stress for me...of course that does not always work...and then I just get upset...by evening time I'm usually relaxed and ok with whatever was stressing me out.

Mrs. Organic said...

Emma J -So the 48 hours of pictures at some warmer locale isn't happening this weekend. Had I left I would've missed the opportunity to see a great film on Matthew Cowley's life of service to the people of Polynesia.

The film will be available to the general public at Christmas time and I highly recommend it.

Andrea - oh gosh, ditto!

Kado - I stress out over noise sometimes and in a house of 5 children it can be quite the sensory overload. I need a dinner fairy or at least a dinner magic wand, because I'm pretty sure if dinner could be ready instantaneously, it would significantly decrease the ruckus around here.