Oh boy, it happened again. I committed Carbicide! Basically I completely over indulged in a whole lot of good, hearty, energy fuelled carbohydrates.
This frustrates me to no end and the silly thing about this is that I feel I have a pretty good handle on strategies to avoid this happening. But, a couple of times a year I find myself knee deep in gluten free bread and rice crackers.
I can be travelling along the day as per usual. I have worked out, eaten my breakfast, had some coffee and then lunch gets thrown back and hour or so cause I am in the middle of something. I am still travelling along and feeling ok.
Then…….... I eat my lunch and it feels like it’s a bottomless pit. It’s like I have worms of something. The prescribed lunch just doesn’t hit the spot and I feel like I haven’t eaten a thing.
I think to myself, no worries, I’ll just eat my afternoon tea early. So that happens and it’s like the food gauge in my stomach is broken. Nothing is registering. So I have some water, then a cup of coffee. The internal dialogue is telling me I just ate too fast and I know that it takes 20 minutes for your stomach to send the message to your brain that you're full. Yep, that must be the problem.
Hunger still knocking.
Not just knocking, but thumping!
Brace yourself cause any second now the ability for me to rationalise the need for more food is about to be blown off and I am going to fling those pantry doors wide open in hunt for some rice cakes, gluten free cereal, gluten free bread or something I can slap some Vegemite on.
It honestly feels like I lose all common sense. No apple and nut butter, a handful of almonds, boiled eggs or trail mix are going to stop me from shutting this down.
I have tried walking away. Tried getting distracted and doing something else. Rationalised with myself that I have eaten enough and that my body is not hungry.
All these things end up failing.
The pantry doors are open and It’s on for young and old.
A few rice cakes with vegemite on it …...nope that didn’t fill the void.
2 Gluten free weetbix…… not even close.
A few BBQ rice crackers……...nope.
The gluten free bread has been placed in the toaster. Fingers crossed between now and the time it pops, the desire has gone.
Sometimes, but not all the time.
As I mentioned, this happens to me a few times a year. I can’t seem to stop it no matter how organised I am with food preparation, how many snacks I keep in my bag to prevent blood sugar dropping, how many deep breaths I take or logic I try to follow.
I could blame the fact I suffer from insulin resistance, or the PCOS, the massive workout I had done, my hormones or my lack of will power.
I used to.
I used to be plagued with massive guilt after this happened. Feel like crap afterwards and beat myself up for my lack of control. Be tortured by it for the next few days and feel like such a massive failure for not being able to stop. Of all people, how could this happen to me.
Now……. I refuse to.
I take it for what it is and put it into a little bit of perspective. I over ate. My body was clearly craving carbs and perhaps I hadn’t been giving it what it needed earlier in the day or a few days leading up to it. My body felt it had no choice but to arrest me and throw me in Carb Jail.
When I think about it logically, it was one bad day that happens a few times a year. It’s not every day and it’s not at every meal.
There are a few key things I do when this happens:
Jump straight back on track. The next meal (usually the next day because my brain finally catches up to my belly) I am back on course, eating healthy food that is going to nourish my body. Back to eating portions that are reasonable and satisfying.
Clearing my head of any negativity attached with the experience. Accepting that this one event is not going to change my body composition or make me go up a dress size overnight.
Ensuring I eat regularly to avoid my blood sugar levels dropping and the hangry monster appearing.
Be prepared for situations where I may be without food and have snacks near by in my bag or car.
Be aware when I have been doing some intense or heavy weight training and modify my food intake accordingly by adding larger portions sizes or more food.
Most importantly - LISTEN TO MY BODY. When it is being honest with me and tells me I need to eat more and it’s not just my taste buds wanting more, LISTEN.
Can you relate to this?
Are there any situations that you find yourself in when you feel like you have a bottomless pit and no matter what you eat, your left wanting more?