However, indulging in whatever happens to come your way during the weekend comes at a cost (yes, the 4th fell on a Friday this year, but it's a whole weekend thing. Let's throw in Thursday too for kicks). The price I mentioned has nothing to do with the extra calories you've packed in, forget about those. You've earned it! If you put on an extra pound who cares? Yes, I'm saying who cares!
The real trouble is getting back into the routine of diet and exercise. It takes a lot of time and effort to get into these good habits and I feel like it breaks down once you get a big taste of whatever your vice may be. Mine's craft beers and bear claws. Choosing a nice thick porter over the watered down taste of a Yingling Light felt amazing and seriously Panera's bear claws should be illegal...
Side note - I recognize these aren't fourth of July-ish type treats so let me clarify: I also consumed plenty of things under the traditional umbrella of hot dogs, apple pie, and freedom. 'Murica.
Having acknowledged this struggle, I can embrace how ridiculous it is. No bear claw, no matter how delicious, leaves me feeling the way a work out does. I almost said 'no food tastes as good as skinny feels' to quote the highly controversial statement made famous by the model Kate Moss. While this quote has anorexia undertones, it can be taken another way - the way I use it. Healthier choices and balanced diets leave me feeling amazing. Throw exercise into the mix and you have an endorphin packed, well fueled, happy body. And man, let's not forget the self-confidence boost when you put on clothing and it fits better than it ever has before. Better yet, the feeling when the clothes fit worse because they're just too big now. Amazing.
Bear claws of the world, you will be missed. But your high sugar content leaves me with an insulin spike that's just not worth it.
Grilled chicken, eggs, rice, and veggies.... I'm back!
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