When you claimed that today was a good day for outdoor fitness at 72 degrees, clear, with a light breeze, you neglected to take into account the NINETY-THREE PERCENT HUMIDITY. Breathing water does not a good run make. I’m just sayin’.
I’m testing out something new this week. Or old, depending on how you look at it. When I was younger, I was never a breakfast person, despite the fact that there’s that whole “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day” thing. I mean it IS important, but the part everyone assumes is that it has to be eaten first thing. I hate those kinds of strictures that act like one size fits all for everyone. It doesn’t. Everyone’s body is different.
I’ve done breakfast my entire adult life because it’s way too long between getting up at 6 and lunch at 11 or 12. But as a general rule, I don’t want anything when I wake up except tea. That’s how I operate on weekends. I don’t usually eat until I’ve been up 3 or 4 hours. During the week it’s kind of rough because hubby works until 7PM, which means dinner isn’t usually until 7:30 or 8. I eat lunch at 11:30 most days. You do the math.
During college, since I was on my own schedule and had no one to please but myself, I didn’t eat based on the clock. I ate when I got hungry, whenever that was. And I was the healthiest I’ve ever been (which, okay, some of that was because I was in my early 20s, but it also had to do with getting adequate sleep, plenty of exercise, and not overeating much). Since this week’s breakfast is a hearty southwest casserole with eggs and loads of veggies (i.e. something I’m going to be nuking anyway), I decided that I would try having my tea before I leave the house, but bringing my breakfast to work. And then when I go home at lunch to let the dogs out, I could pack up something to bring back for that too and eat whenever I get hungry for that (which I’m expecting to be in the neighborhood of 1:30 or 2). At that point, I should be able to make do with a smaller snack (like string cheese or something) when I get home after work, to hold me until dinner.
It’s all part of trying to get back to a place where I listen to my body, recognizing true hunger vs. boredom and figuring out the line between satiated vs. full. I SO crossed that line too many times the last week and I am paying for it. Hence the urge to re-establish that awareness. There’s too much mindlessness that can often go along with routine, and food and eating shouldn’t be an area to suffer from that. Particularly for someone like me who is a total foodie. If I’m not paying attention to what I’m eating, then I’ve eaten it, and it’s gone, and I didn’t even usually notice the tastes and textures and all the things I ENJOY about food.