As I’ve discovered over the years since I was diagnosed with celiac disease, it is not just what I eat that affects me, but also HOW I eat.
I’ve always been somewhat of a shoveler when it comes to eating. Perhaps it comes from having three older siblings and trying to eat before my brothers get to the food. Or maybe it’s just because I love eating. Either way, I have been guilty of imbibing more than I should faster than I should.
Well, yesterday was one of those days where I just had an unquenchable appetite so when lunch time came, it was no holds barred. On the surface, it seemed like a healthy, gluten-free lunch…brown rice, shrimp and veggies. But here’s the problem: I had two ribs and some sweet potato fries while I was cooking and then filled my bowl to the very top and woofed it all down. Hunger can wreak havoc on your decision-making and it did a number on me yesterday.
So what happens after I overeat?
It’s like being glutened. Ungodly full, tired, uncomfortable, edgy…just a mess. And I never recovered. Went to bed early pissed at myself for my bad choices.
This morning…felt just as bad.
But I had a 9:15 boot camp class at my gym that I try to never miss. So here were my options: I could 1) skip the class because I’m miserable. I would avoid 75 minutes of pure hell and could wallow in the mire; or I could 2) stop feeling sorry for myself, get off my ass, get my endorphins going and join my fellow boot campers. Option 1 is the easy way out. Option 2 means doing something about your current condition.
Always, always, always choose option 2.
If you’ve been glutened…if you’ve eaten too much…if you’re feeling down in the dumps…if you just can’t seem to get it going…get moving and work up a sweat. It’s amazing what exercise can do for you, both physically and mentally.