Posts Tagged ‘brownies’

Cheat on Your Cheats

April 29, 2010

Why do people cheat? Whether it’s on their diets, on exams, on partners… it’s likely because they’re not getting what they want or need (yumminess, good grades, emotional support). So if you’re eating clean but the sugar beast has you in its grasp and you just… can’t… resist… consider this:

Eating treats does some wackadoo chemical things to your brain. It feels good. Serotonin happiness, brief energy boost, etc. You know this, you know your craving is probably based in something other than hunger. Are you bored, and munching is something to pass the time? Are you tired and feel like you need a little pick-me-up? Get this: you can cheat your cheat. You can get EXACTLY the same chemical payoff by way of an endorphin rush by moving your body.

I know, I know, it sounds less fun and more effort-ful to move around than to chow down the chocolate… but try this for a week. Whenever you find yourself reaching for comfort by way of snacks -

(Side note: I’m not talking about when you’re hungry. When you’re hungry, eat real food.)

- whenever you’re heading down the mindless munching path, set a timer for 10 minutes and DO SOMETHING ELSE. Burpees, pushups, squats, high knees running, jumping jacks, any combination of any series of movements you can think of as long as it makes you huff and puff. Work up a little sweat. Then if you still want the comfort-y food, eat it. I bet it’ll be easier to walk away once you’ve fulfilled your own need for endorphins.

Bonus: you get to walk around feeling all high-and-mighty when you’ve defeated the cheat-monster. You get to be “that guy”, telling your friends how you avoided the cookie by doing pushups. You get to watch your friends slowly back away. Then two weeks later when they ask why you’re looking so freaking awesome, you get to say “remember, the pushups and the cookie and and and?” and then you get to say “I TOLD YOU SO!” which is sweeter than any damn cookie.

Monkey Doo

January 11, 2010

I blame the brownie man. After nine gloriously on-track days, I slipped and fell face-first into a tray of refined carbohydrates. I was the author of my own demise in a way… remember how I said I wouldn’t be going hungry? Well, I got busy, then peckish, then downright huuungry but didn’t do anything about it (see first excuse, “busy”). Getting hungry leads to Binge City (it’s like Sin City, but binge-ier) (also, fewer hookers). So yeah. It’s been a care-free, kick-up-your-heels kind of 48 hours, but as of 4pm today I’m back on the wagon.

Fall down seven times, get up eight, right?

Welcome to Meat Week, kiddos.

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