You know what is the new cool? Self-helping before the days starts. As of lately, I have managed to remember that starting my morning with inspirational mantras is helpful towards achieving a day of positivity. Regardless of how tired I still am, how much of a rush the morning tends to be, I know that verbalizing some type of self-help mission statement will keep me from being a bad girl throughout the day. By bad, I mean with food- for now.
I need reassurance, it sounds a little cheesy but it normally works. Rewind three to four weeks ago at around 2 p.m. Monday through Thursday when I would finish class and immediately mass text my friends to see who is down for happy hour. Starving, tired, and classwork overload usually leads me to want to come down gracefully with a beer and some bar food.
Although the gym and relatively healthy eating habits have stuck around within those same four weeks, I feel things are quickly progressing for me, especially after I was KO’d with inspiration this past Friday.
I spent six hours in the hair salon going blonde… again. I had a lot of downtime to read some of the fashion and health magazines littering the hair drying station. I picked up Shape, and began to read about how I could more effectively tone my butt. I did not get it. The skinny, glowing model in the demonstrations was confusing me. She was contorted in weird positions, freakishly smiling without a drip of sweat. Could I look like that? Definitely not. I would probably twist an ankle while gracefully sporting a frizzy up-do, swearing and fantasizing about red meat and wine. Should I rip this page out of the magazine and post it to the wall? How can I read this if my face is in some yoga mat? Howdo I know how to do this if Kate Moss wannabe is not there to guide me? Oh, fuck it. I flipped the page, anxiously waiting for my hair to be done under the hellish heat machine, and figured I would stick to cardio, cardio, cardio.
I was starving after my hair extravaganza, only taking in water the entire day because I failed to pack any sort of “on the go” snack between class and my appointment. I still had to shower and get ready for my night, drive back to where I was earlier in the day, thirty miles away, and wait for friends to get ready before I could eat. I thought to myself, anorexic must be tough. I simply cannot not eat, and this had been the longest in my life I went without shoving some sort of lovely sugar-filled delight in my face as a temporary fix until lunch or dinner. My resolution to lose weight and work out has only recently been half successful. I always figured I could eat what I want if I work out. I know this is untrue, but always have done it anyway- until now.
The night went on, I ate a delicious mushroom burger and eventually spent the rest of the evening drinking heavy lagers. Next morning, boom, hangover central. Although I have to admit it was not as bad as the thousands of others I have had, I still needed to eat.
It was funny, as soon as I managed to crawl off the couch and into the kitchen, I remembered Shape magazine; I recounted the skinny and toned beauties, the interview with model/actress/designer/perfect human specimen that no one can relate to, Molly Simms, that I actually read from start to end, and I could not help but crave some sweet fruits. The stories about organic foods, the need for high fiber, the proteins and essential nutrients your body craves, but I always deny its cries for health.
That was it. I knew that something had to change immediately. It was like I had been hit by a thousand Shape magazine butt-workout models. I threw on some sneakers and was out the door, to Whole Foods, of course.
I love Whole Foods. Since joining the gym, I have been making weekly visits (every Sunday) to stock up on little things to get me through the week; those same things I failed to pack during my hair appointment, such as fruits bars or granola. Yesterday I went again with my sister, Rachel, and we took our time browsing the aisles. Here is what I purchased; ate, drank, munched, chugged, loved. I am officially giving myself to health (besides beer- that is a work in progress). The more I read about genetically modified foods, the more disgusted I become. My body has recently become a temple; a temple that still loves occasional debauchery and late nights out, but I realize now that there are some gross things in our every day eats- like dissolved human hair in breads.
While making a change in my food is necessary, I have definitely noticed that drinking the right products reduces my hunger when my stomach starts to growl. These three tasty drinks were bought by myself, and regularly, at Whole Foods. I swear by these!
I have actually been into them for a while because I had “liked” Whole Foods on Facebook, and they were promoting Sambazon due to a Brazil trip they were giving away. Hey, I wanted the getaway! Anyway, I drink these tasty little numbers often. This brand specializes in açaí products. This particular drink is full of antioxidants, which a girl like me definitely needs. Also, it really does taste good, promise.
2. White Tea
I am a tea drinker, not as much as I should, but for the past year or so I realize the impact that tea has on me. Really, it does and white tea especially. If I feel a cold coming on, one mug of this and I feel revitalized. Like Sambazon, it gives me energy naturally. Also, white tea is most notable for killing cancer-causing cells, more than any other tea.
3. Vita Coco
Rihanna puts her name on these drinks. Unfortunately for her profit and benefit, I went with the regular flavor, where her name stamped on the front did not persuade me to go forth with the purchase. I will let the website description tell it like it is, “Vita Coco’s an all-natural, super-hydrating, fat-free, cholesterol-free, nutrient-packed, potassium-stacked, mega-electrolyte coconut water!” There you have it.