I’ve always been a big Twitter follower/facebook browser on my daily commute. It passes the time and with my fancy smancy new phone it’s even easier since well… it doesn’t take three years to load anything.
Something I find so alarming lately is how fellow competitors/athletes/”healthy living” people talking about hunger… in the sense that it’s a GOOD thing because it means they’re on track, leaning out, doing something right.
Since when does that mean you need to be starving/miserable.
Personally my first reaction to having days upon days where I want to chew my arm off is to email my coach and say “seriously, this is not working. Do over”. There is always going to be days where you’re hungrier for whatever reason. Less sleep, busy, slow day at work, a little harder on the cardio. Whatever the reason, yes, it happens.
… but those hungry days should not be stringing together over and over.
Hunger is not something to brag about or pride yourself on. How happy and fulfilling is a life spent agonizing over food every single second of every single day?
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this, especially in light of my post yesterday. Maybe I’ve been lucky to find a coach who knows their stuff and a system that works for me. While I do still have that inner voice that wants to obsess, for the most part I just don’t. My meals leave me satisfied, I enjoy the food I eat and overall I’m just happy with my way of life.
I spent today getting the rest of my groceries after the gym and prepping my meals. It’s a simple routine I have and it works for me. My fridge is stocked with…. tupperwear. Lots and lots of tupperwear.
Other than a carton of eggs and some homemade chipotle salsa (beyond spicy. oops) food is fuel. If you could see the door, there wouldn’t be anything fancy or crazy. A bottle of mustard, some salsa, hot sauce, my juice and half a bottle of wine left over from a few weeks ago.
Looking at this makes me realize how I really do think of food as simple fuel now. It’s cut and dry, cook the food with whatever spices I’m feeling, grab and go.
Yes, I eat the same thing every day.
Yes, I’m “dieting”
Yes, I don’t eat huge meals.
But no, I’m not hungry.
Well, physically. Mentally I’m hungry, to improve, to move forward, to keep pushing ahead with my training and my goals. It’s like a dull ache deep down in my heart to keep striving for just a little bit more every single day.
THAT is the kind of hunger to be proud of, not that dull ache in your stomach.