Along with the running, I’ve been keeping up with cross training and even got back on the strength training bandwagon. I’m a frickin’ workout machine now! It’s a complete 180 from my life just one short year ago and I couldn’t be happier about. Well, except for one thing.
I’m currently eating myself out of house and home.
I’m hungry ALL THE TIME! If I didn’t know better, I would think I was pregnant. (Trust me, I know better.) I just can’t seem to stop being hungry. I try my hardest to make sure that the food I do shovel into my gob is healthy. I keep lots of fresh veggies and fruits around, but of course the occasional sweet makes its way into my pie hole. (Damn you Sainsbury’s decadent chocolate chip cookies. You are the creation of the devil.)
I admit I don’t plan well for all contingencies though. A couple of nights this past week when I was coming home from the gym after 8 pm and I still hadn’t eaten dinner, I swung by the kebab van. The not-so-bad choice: I got a chicken kebab loaded with salad but sans sauce (luckily I’m not a fan of most condiments). The not-so-good choice: greasy chips (fries to you Americans).
I narrowly escaped eating my weight in takeaway pizza last night by promising myself some pudding after my healthy dinner of soup and sandwich. And I am referring to good ole Jello Pudding that one of my friends brought over from the states when she came for a visit, not the lead-brick fruit cake that is the basis of most English puddings which have oh-so-appetizing names like Spotted Dick.
Anyway, this whole food-crazed situation has got me thinking about marathon training. I don’t even want to think about how much worse the hunger pains must be for you crazy marathoning bastards, however, I would like to know how you cope with it. Do you just pig out and hope for the best or do you try to regiment what you put into your gullet? Any and all comments welcome.
Italian Phrases of the Day:
#67 and 66 from the AFI movie quotes list:
‘Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.’ (
Prendi gli tui zampini dal mi, tu dannata sporca scimmia.
‘Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape.’ (Planet of the Apes, 1968)
Ci vediamo dopo.