Off the Wagon

I know that your body is a temple. I also know that there are two kinds of people in this world: those who eat to live and those who live to eat. I definitely fall in the latter camp. I'd honestly rather starve than eat a bad meal. It's not my fault that so many of the glorious things that make for a good meal involve pork fat, which is not very temple-friendly. But I still try to be a healthy eater on an aggregate basis. [OK, I'm just going to come right out and acknowledge that I've had a long and tormented love affair with Dr. Pepper. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery, right?] Living in California actually helps. Firstly, you have access to amazing produce all year round. Secondly, the mild climate means more beach time and if seeing yourself in a bathing suit isn't motivation enough to make better food choices and/or exercise I don't know what is. Thirdly, there are no Chick-fil-A's out here. 

But I'm not the most disciplined person in the world. I have a terrible/brilliant (you decide) skill of rationalizing something I want. Like why I should continue lounging on the sofa watching Food Network instead of going to my yoga class. Or even though I've given up Dr. Pepper for Lent, if I drink the can while waiting for my lunch order to come up then it doesn't count. And to make matters worse, I can be quite stubborn. So if you tell me that something is off limits to eat, you can bet I'll take great pleasure in making that the primary food in my diet. The only solution viable for me is to leave room for a little sinning every now and then.  

While this philosophy works for the most part, there are times when the forces are against you and this whole approach goes completely out the window. Like last night. It was really windy and bizarrely cold for this time of year (a frigid 50 degrees! What are we paying for here?!). For me that is like kryptonite and Superman: there is no defense. The only reasonable thing I could do was pig out on fattening comfort foods.  

Since I'm an overachiever, I can't help but give 110% in all I do. So I had to start with this 

and then drudge onward to this 

Spurred on by the beautiful fire roaring nearby, there was no denying that several glasses of wine would be needed to wash down all that hard work. And when I thought it couldn't get any better/worse, I realized there was a box of Thin Mints in my freezer waiting for a "rainy day." 

Thankfully the winds have died down, the warm weather is back and I'm happy to report I'm eating a banana (although I'm really kicking myself for not saving any pizza to eat as leftovers).