Part of aspiring toward a more active and balanced lifestyle is a proper diet. If I’m going to keep up with a full time job, classes at night and designing a website, I’m going to need some decent fuel. I used to live on Jack in the Box, cigarettes and pizza. I look back and wonder how I tolerated myself. Night sweats, stanky clothes, sleeping for 12-14 hours a day on the weekends. Craziness.
I eat pretty well now, especially compared to my bachelor days. But if I’m serious about getting into any kind of shape, I need to step it up a notch. I’m switching to healthy proteins such as free range organic egg whites, black beans and real peanut butter. I’m trying to reduce my processed sugar intake (curse you, Starbucks baked goods case…) and get my complex carbs early in the day. I’m weening myself off of caffeine and adding a few more cups of water to each day.
But damn, I like pizza.
Growing up in MN, I was raised in an environment that viewed ‘healthy living’ with a weird sort of disdain and mistrust. If you wanted healthy, you’d use reduced fat Kraft American singles on your half pound burger. Anything more than that, and you were looked at sideways everywhere you went. My years in Chicago were even worse. I actually started to believe that anyone eating anything other than what came off a greasy spoon grill or from across the Burger King counter was an elitist snob, a tofu and been sprout mo’fo who shopped at Abercrombie and Fitch or J. Crew, summered in Martha’s Vineyard and had no business telling me how to live.
I think I was a late bloomer and my rebellious years were delayed as a result. I really wanted to be a surly grunge-rocker in Seattle in my early 20′s but instead found myself selling springs and doing community theatre in Chicago.
So as I continue to try to live a better life and find more balance with the physical planet I live on, I have to battle against the old biases. When I line up at Mrs. Winston’s salad bar, check out at Whole Foods, Rollerblade by the water, or do push-ups in the park, I need to forcibly remind myself sometimes: I’m on the right path.
But I still love pizza…
So after my wife and I roller bladed by the water this evening, I had me some. Some what? Some doughy, cheesy, veggie and garlic-laden, food of the frickin’ gods pizza.
Yeah, no one said being me was easy.
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