I consider myself to be a pretty skilled multi-tasker. At any given moment, I’m writing a blog post, answering email, checking my phone messages, chatting online, searching for recipes, crafting copy for a new brochure, and eating a snack. And that’s just while I’m at work. With all the balls I’ve got in the air, I’m like a freaking circus performer.
However, when it comes to my eating and exercise habits, the minute I start to get one ball in the air... I drop another one. For instance, if I finally get myself on a solid workout schedule, my eating habits will go to hell. Nice.
Let’s take fall 2006 as an example: Serious gym time? Check. Intense cardio? Check. Strength training? Check. Motivation? Check... I had motivation to spare.
What did I eat? Hummus and pita bread. Literally, almost every day for almost every meal for months. Now, I know hummus and pita bread "sounds healthy" and I suppose it’s better than... I don’t know, Big Macs and potato chips. But eating too much of anything is bad for you.
So, I had a talk with myself."Self," I said, "If you really want to lose weight, you’re going to have to stop eating hummus and pita bread. You need more protein in your diet. You need more variety."
I said this to myself about three times a week for the last three months. But then I would get hungry or depressed or tired or whatever and the ONLY thing that I wanted to eat was hummus and pita bread. I was addicted. And the more I ate it, the more my body craved it. It seemed like I would never break the cycle.
But finally, I faced my demon and conquered it. I am proud to report that since Saturday, December 9, I have been off the hummus and pita. For the time being anyway.
Unfortunately, also in that time, I have worked out approximately once... and that’s only because I paid my trainer to make me workout. To be fair, I was sick... for about five days. But still, I’m totally slacking.
Today, I head back to the gym in an attempt to get that second ball in the air.