listening to: hymie’s basement – 21st century pop song
Rough day. Rough day lacking any sort of productivity in the smallest amount, due to writhing in immense pain on the sofa or the bed for a good number of hours. I either canceled all my lessons or they magically canceled themselves.
I can’t figure it out. These cramps, they haven’t been so bad for months. And maybe it’s what I eat. That’s what my mom says, certainly. And I’ve thought that in the past, if I’ve had a particularly wheat-filled few weeks beforehand, maybe that’s why I end up almost dying. It would explain this month, for sure. But then again, sometimes I eat a bunch of crap and nothing happens.
Whatever. The moral of the story is that wheat and I have issues with each other and I think we need a break. Not just a two-day break, but like a week-long break, two if I can make it through a weekend in Chicago without consuming some sort of bread product (it’s hard, being on the road). Refined sugar, too. I will adjust my meals appropriately and shift back to some wheat-free things I made last spring that I haven’t made since then.
I hate people who can eat however much processed and refined crap as they please b still look and feel great. For me? There are consequences. If I get stuck on foods with refined wheat and/or sugar for long periods of time, you can tell. By the puffiness of my eyes and the poor complexion and a lack of outgoing energy. And I can tell, by the way I feel and the cranky lack of energy. So I’m jealous of those people who do what they want with their food and it makes no apparent difference to them.
Then again, I think a lot people eat really foolishly. Like, some people concentrate on one type of food completely ignoring other food needs. The most basic example I can think of: a family member, who shall remain unnamed, will complain of thirst, get a carton or jug of juice out of the fridge, and drink TWO to THREE GLASSES. It’s called WATER, and it’s what most of your body is made up of!! Come on! I know that juice is very much full of water, and sometimes much-liked vitamins, but it’s also full of unnecessary sugar and calories that if you were to drink eight glasses of juice every day instead of regular water, it would hinder more than it would help. Jeeesh!
I know I occasionally eat way more than I need to (especially in going out to eat or being left alone with an fridge full of leftovers). But when it comes to meal planning for myself, I tend to be reasonably aware of making sure my body gets what it needs (i.e. something of everything), and that I’m not shrugging off one need for too much of another. It makes me worry to see how people a) eat the same things all the time (ie, no variety, especially in produce) and b) attend to so much processed, pre-packaged crap (even frozen meals. sorry guys who depend on those. i think exclusive consumption of those is lazy). I also feel like some people treat eating as a social event. Thanks to my freaking mother and her neurotic health-obsessed ways, though, I now think about what I eat in terms of what good it does for my body as opposed to just sating my need for food or being social (though eating out with other people is fun, especially if those people really appreciate food). And to think there are some people who have never known anything other than their current crappy eating habits. And then there are problems with eating too much or not eating enough. I mean you only need as much energy as you’re going to use. But on the other hand, you need to eat regularly, when you are hungry, or you’ll mess with your metabolism AND your body (and your blood-sugar, as I am now never going to shut up about this). Also: BREAKFAST, PEOPLE. WILL YOU NEVER LEARN??
But that’s not to say I am St. Talia of Healthy Living. There are major problems with being as idiotically food conscientious as I can occasionally by. Such as…where the hell is all the time I’d need to cook all the time? And…why does my kitchen such so much ass? I also get into ruts in which I am addicted to sugar, or wheat. And sometimes? If I’m especially stressed, I get into these phases of getting home, realizing I would rather not try at anything every again, and binge eat my way to being full. THAT is especially bad. It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does it’s just…it’s so unsatisfying, not to actually enjoy eating something, but I’m too lazy to do anything else. Procrastination and sheer lack of will at its best.
HAH! I said it! That I binge eat!
But anyway. I worry for the world. For so many reasons. One day soon I’ll write another entry entitled “We Are Fucked.” It’ll show off both my internet savvyness and my unhealthy level of pessimism.
Main point of this entry, though: today sucked. I accomplished nothing. I will eat no more wheat for a while. Things are stupid. The end.