It’s no secret that my diet is far from admirable.
I grew up in the 80’s, I was a child of the Wonder Bread, mayonnaise, and bologna sandwiches era. I was on a first name basis with Little Debbie, Tony the Tiger, and that guy on the Hawaiian Punch juice boxes. Back then things were different (doesn’t every generation say that?) and I truly believe that my parents did what they thought was best. Sure we ate our fruits, vegetables, and proteins, but there wasn’t nearly a public revolt nor the knowledge of how bad these processed foods could be for you. And maybe back then those foods weren’t as bad, maybe they weren’t crammed full of the same chemicals we pass off as food these days. But the point is, it’s now 2017, and I’m a product of my childhood.
No, actually, that’s an excuse.
Instead I’ll unabashedly admit that I simply enjoy things like Hostess cupcakes and occasionally drink Coca-Cola. Yes, I know how bad it is for me. And yes, I do care, I won’t pretend that I don’t. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I eat them anyway. In moderation, at least.
I’ve come a long ways over the last 5 years, converting from carnivore to vegetarian will force you to do so. I truly do try to eat well rounded meals. Now, after a really long run, I typically crave something unhealthy. My sister once referred to Coke at an aid station in an Ironman as “nectar of the Gods” and I can totally understand why. I never really want soda anymore…except after a really long, hot run. In addition to Coke, I will crave things like pizza, potato chips, French fries…greasy, carb filled goodness.
The past week I find myself relentlessly craving vegetables. During a 12 miler with friends the other morning, I could not stop obsessively hoping that I would make it to the salad bar at the grocery store next door to Fleet Feet in time to scarf down a salad before our Easter Fun Run. Spoiler alert: I did not make it in time.
I’ve been scarfing down vegetables like it is my job. Lettuce, peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers, you name it, I want it. This morning I woke up and discovered that I had no fresh greens to feed my rabbits…because I ate them all. I’m certain this means I’m deficient in some sort of vital nutrient, hence this intense craving, but I couldn’t begin to tell you what it may be.
In the grand scheme of things, I know I could be craving far worse things. Hell, I’m certain there are people out there who wish they would crave vegetables. Logistically, however, this is proving to be a difficult task for the former-junk-food-junkie. And as I slowly start to put together a shopping and nutrition list for knock on wood, I’m wondering how I’m going to keep a salad cold for 30 hours, or which pocket of my hydration pack I’m going to shove the Brussel sprouts into.
Twenty seven days…