Oct. 8, 2013 — Confession: I love junk food. If I was given the option between a well-balanced meal at a decent restaurant and greasy, cheese-loaded taco, I might be inclined to choose the heart attack in a shell.
Also, I love sugar. Candy rarely lasts long in my house, and I am a sucker for chocolate-dipped anything. Or fried anything. Or cheese.
Obviously I have many weaknesses when it comes to food.
However, as I enter my new adult life, I have wanted to change my ways. For the first time, I am solely responsible for feeding myself, and I am starting to realize that the different foods I consume make me feel better or worse. I do not have a meal plan to rely on if I get lazy, and I do not have my parents sitting in the adjoining room giving me condescending looks as I scarf down that fourth taco. I am now responsible for my health. Scary.
I often get stuck in a mindset of instant gratification. If a fast food place could give me food instantly, why dirty my own dishes and turn on my stove? But after a recent slight case of food poisoning symptoms, I was scared into preparing my own meals, and for the better!
Recently, I started making more of an effort to buy produce at the local farmers market. After being pleasantly bombarded with the fresh, crisp taste of melons, veggies and peaches, I realized I enjoy eating these natural snacks just as much as puffed Cheetos. Also, I am finding that I can potentially make my own tacos, hamburgers and desserts. Consequently, I am finding my wallet is much happier with me.
Despite only being on this new inspirational wave for a couple of weeks, I already feel better, internally and externally. I feel like I have more energy. Mornings, though still unbearably rough, are becoming easier to manage and I am finding that I do not necessarily need as many cups of coffee.
Still in the corner of my mind, though, is the image of myself feasting on a box of golden fries, and my brain still tempts me into seizing a candy bar at the checkout stand. I fear my battle with gloriously unhealthy foods has yet to cease.
But I think this is a battle into which I want to enter. I know I will cave, and I know I will never be able to give up my mother’s homemade chocolate angel food cake or Nutter Butters or ice cream indefinitely, but after this short glimpse of what a happily functioning body feels like, I know I never want to fully revert back to my old habits.
So, a public proclamation for those in Susanville who know me by name, or those who happen to see me randomly about: I want to change my lifestyle. I want to take care of this body that I have been given. I want to lead a life that has an abundance of energy. I want to never again hold up the grocery store line because my Twinkie’s barcode won’t scan properly.
Wish me luck as I break my junk food habit. Here’s to actually learning how to cook!
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