This was an actual statement that came out of my mouth last night. I have a slight problem with “junk food”. I hate calling it junk food. It feels offensive. It’s not junk, it’s delicious and amazing. Here are some of my favorites:
- chicken fingers
- candy – nearly all varieties, way too many to list
- ice cream
- french fries
- most varieties of pastries
- cake and cupcakes
I’ll stop there. This could take all day.
For those of you who don’t know me, I am not a big person. For most of my life I have been able to eat whatever I want with zero fear of gaining weight. Then two years ago I had the misfortune of turning 30. All bets are off now. Having just had baby #2 I have approximately 10lbs I would like to lose. This sounds reasonable for people who understand that eating “eggs” for breakfast, does not mean eating 6 Cadbury creme eggs (yes I have actually done this before). For me it’s a little tricky because I have serious issues with sugar. A study recently came out that said that Oreo cookies are more addictive than cocaine. Of course they are. Well for me they are anyway. I will eat the shit out of a bag of Mega-Stuffed Oreos. I have zero interest in a bag of cocaine.
Funny side note, within 2 hours of that story airing on the news, 6 people sent me a link to it. I guess it’s fairly obvious that I have a problem. They played it off like it was funny but I think each one of them was thinking “GET SOME HELP LADY! YOU’RE AN ADDICT!”. I wonder if they’ve all gotten together to schedule my intervention…
Anyway, back to losing 10lbs. In order to do this, I know what needs to happen. Diet and exercise. Since I can’t get the diet part down, I have been trying to get “back into” running. I use that term loosely, “back into”, because I’m quite sure I was never “into” running. Running might be the worst thing in the world. It feels so awful. The only positive thing I will say about it is yes, I do feel good after I’ve done it. But during the run I want to die… every.single.step.
Here is my major problem with exercising. As soon as I do it, I feel totally justified in eating “junk”. “Oh, I just worked out. I think I’ll eat some cookies/Kit Kats/cupcakes/Doritos/insert_junk_here”. Working out is totally counter-productive for me. Well that’s not true. It’s got to be somewhat productive. If I had even the slightest bit of willpower it would be a whole lot more productive. *sigh* Oh well.
For now, my skinny jeans don’t fit and my regular jeans have become skinny jeans. So, lose-win. Off to the gym…so I can eat those Kit Kats I was just talking about. This unfortunately is a true story. 😦