"May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead." An Irish toast.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, aptly describes my attitude towards healthy eating.
I've always been aware of the fact that my eating habits are abysmal and yet I'll cheekily cross my fingers hoping to get away with it. I skip meals, believe coffee belongs to an essential food group, think meal planning is only done when cooking for more than one person, pick at fruits and I not only shudder at the sight of vegetables (and any other drab looking must-haves on the nutritionist's bible), but also ante it up a notch by giving said veggies the flip off.
Stupid. I know. Yet I do it anyway.
The problem with cozying up to nasty habits is that eventually they will turn around and bite you in the ass. Which is what happened to me. I was suddenly sluggish and sickish ALOT. I couldn't even enjoy my own company anymore. The Doc sternly went on to let me know that it was going to get worse real fast if I didn't take the recommended dietary and lifestyle changes seriously this time round...
The suckage just had to go. I decided later on, as I popped nasty tasting, foul-smelling pills into my mouth. And so, for the last thirty-two days, I've been planning my meals like a good girl, cut down on my coffee intake (although I admit I occasionally falter by sneaking in a few extra sips), taking my daily portion of fruits, veggies and even eating an assortment of bizarre looking grains & nuts I christened 'bird food'...
You know, just working at letting go of bad habits a day at a time.
The funny bit is, this whole healthy eating experience is not as depressing as I initially feared it would be. I still get to spice it all up. And my relationship with vegetables? Well, we may not be tight, but we now have an understanding and it feels great. The pep in my step is back and so is the twinkle in my eye. The real challenge, I feel, is working at it til it feels as easy as breathing...
And that, ladies and gentlemen, aptly describes my attitude towards healthy eating.
I've always been aware of the fact that my eating habits are abysmal and yet I'll cheekily cross my fingers hoping to get away with it. I skip meals, believe coffee belongs to an essential food group, think meal planning is only done when cooking for more than one person, pick at fruits and I not only shudder at the sight of vegetables (and any other drab looking must-haves on the nutritionist's bible), but also ante it up a notch by giving said veggies the flip off.
Stupid. I know. Yet I do it anyway.
The problem with cozying up to nasty habits is that eventually they will turn around and bite you in the ass. Which is what happened to me. I was suddenly sluggish and sickish ALOT. I couldn't even enjoy my own company anymore. The Doc sternly went on to let me know that it was going to get worse real fast if I didn't take the recommended dietary and lifestyle changes seriously this time round...
The suckage just had to go. I decided later on, as I popped nasty tasting, foul-smelling pills into my mouth. And so, for the last thirty-two days, I've been planning my meals like a good girl, cut down on my coffee intake (although I admit I occasionally falter by sneaking in a few extra sips), taking my daily portion of fruits, veggies and even eating an assortment of bizarre looking grains & nuts I christened 'bird food'...
You know, just working at letting go of bad habits a day at a time.
The funny bit is, this whole healthy eating experience is not as depressing as I initially feared it would be. I still get to spice it all up. And my relationship with vegetables? Well, we may not be tight, but we now have an understanding and it feels great. The pep in my step is back and so is the twinkle in my eye. The real challenge, I feel, is working at it til it feels as easy as breathing...
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Other January What-nots: This has also been the month of experiencing beautifully awesome WTH (and on occasion, I did experience the WTF) TV moments thanks to the season finales of Breaking Bad season 4, Board walk empire season 2, Sons of Anarchy season 4 and Homeland season 1. My jaw dropped several times, people. Then I quickly picked it up and went to the net to consult the snarky oracle of all things tubey. Well, there was that and then there was discovering the hilarious Stephanie Plum novels (many thanks Frank). Stephanie Plum & Co are an absolute riot and the series has been leaving me in stitches book after book. Never imagined the lives of bounty hunters (fictional or otherwise) could be this entertaining. How on earth did it take me this long to discover Janet Evanovich?!!! I wonder...
Well, my coffee break is over. So here's to your good health, beautiful madness and pure awesomeness in 2012.
Mob wendos,
Nyambura
