Food is fuel. Intellectually, I know this. And of course, logically, the healthier I eat the more efficiently my body will operate.
Sometimes I forget this. Thursday was one of those days. Because the boy wanted pasta for dinner, I made a batch and reheated a couple of frozen meatballs for him. I went meatless because there weren’t enough to go around. I honestly can’t remember the last time that I had straight-up pasta, a meal that used to be a staple in our house. I should also confess that it was regular old pasta, not even whole wheat or something that could be vaguely construed as healthy.
Today, I swear that I had a carb hangover. I felt flat and listless all day, and there’s no doubt that the boatload of high-fat carbs that I consumed at the county fair today didn’t help matters any.
Tomorrow I’m looking at a scheduled 5-7 mile run with no proper fuel to power it. I’m trying to compensate with a glass of skim milk tonight and another in the morning, but I’m not confident that this will solve my problem. I’ll definitely be taking my meals more seriously this weekend.