But when I think back to my college days hard enough -- one particular Friday night specifically -- I can distinctly remember the taste and smell of Hot Damn Cinnamon Schnapp's. Mixing it with 7-Up was like drinking liquid Red Hots. Good for a while, but I drank too much and it revisited me for two days if you know what I mean. For years I couldn't even smell the little candies because they reminded me of that weekend and the pink heat that I threw up throughout the weekend. It was a hard lesson to learn, but I'm happy to report it hasn't happened again.
This weekend, I learned another valuable lesson: The worse I eat, the worse I feel.
I know this. We all know this. But this weekend, mad at the scale Saturday morning after a two-pound gain, I went a little nuts. Fresh chocolate chip cookies. Fried chicken. French fries. And on top of all that, I was craving pasta. By Sunday afternoon, I was feeling it. Sluggish, bloated, tired, almost woozy. I had a couple of saltine crackers and vowed not to eat dinner, until Cole suggested a nice, cool salad and a bite of pasta to get it out of my system.
Boy, did that salad hit the spot. Crisp and cool lettuce, fresh Granny Smith apples, roma tomatoes, pecans. It was just what I needed to get past the carb-overload hump. I felt instantly better somehow. I had about six bites of pasta and was satisfied.
I need to remember how bad I feel when I eat poorly, and how well-fueled I feel when I lean toward the healthy side of the food pyramid. I love me some homemade chocolate chip cookies, but I'm afraid they're inching up the list of icky foods in my mind. Not quite up there with cinnamon Schnapp's, but this weekend, they came close.
Breakfast: muffin: 4 points
banana: 2 points
Lunch: Smart Ones ravioli: 5 points
saltines: 1 point
apple: 1 point
Afternoon snack: English muffin w/melted cheese: 2 points
Pre-workout: 100-calorie Balance bar: 2 points
Dinner: chicken-ranch quesadilla: 6 points
chips and salsa: 3 points
TOTAL: 26 points. Not great, but I had a good workout...