Moderation in all things, especially moderation
It is better to rise from life as from a banquet—neither thirsty nor drunken
I don’t believe in Diets, although I think it is a wonderful idea to eat a good diet. It seems that about a few years ago, my social media started to take off with friends and acquaintances dabbling from everything to paleo diets to sugar fasts to Whole30. The fads have never pulled me in, though in the last year, I’ve paid attention to my body as a runner and learned a lot about eating well. I’ve constantly heard cleanses, fad diets, elimination challenges, et cetera described as “resets” for the metabolism. I have come to appreciate that my body is a capable machine that requires no reset. It requires sustainable and predicable maintenance and care. This begins with both eating and exercising for wellness and enjoyment.
I do not subscribe to any rules. I know my likes and dislikes. I also challenge myself to eat things that I know contain solid nutritional value. For example, I made myself scrambled eggs on Sunday after my long run. I am generally not a fan of eggs. But I spent the time preparing them in a way that smelled and tasted good to me (lots of black pepper, and a heap of cheddar cheese). I consume alcohol sparingly. I know that eating a lot of greasy food will make for a funny stomach during the next day’s run, so I find that I am eating less pizza and fried food these days. I abstain, for the most part, from red meat and pork. Consequently, I eat a lot of beans and nuts to get protein. Hummus is my favorite condiment and I put it on almost everything. I pack myself a morning snack (I am a huge proponent of Second Breakfast) and a lunch for work most every day (except for Wednesdays, when I walk to the local co-op and get a salad plate). Taking food with me to work ensures that I get a sufficiently filling lunch and it is also saving me a lot of money.
I can only speak personally, since I know we are all passionate about what works for us as individuals. If I restricted myself from a broad spectrum of food choices, I would not be well. I simply could not survive in a month dictated by “good days” and “cheat days.” Goat cheese, hummus, dark chocolate, and pinot noir are some of my favorite (and definitely not guilty) pleasures. When I cast aside the fad diets, the trendy advice, the media messages on how women should eat… I am left with the simple reality of knowing my mind and my body and observing the conversion of input-to-output. I understand what settles well and provides optimal food. I satisfy hunger and thirst. I feel energized before exercising, and I sleep well at night.