Stuffing My Face
I love food. I'm sure that's not new news for you. But what happens when I gorge indulge? My brain goes blah, and a range of emotions & feelings sloth around between my ears - feelings of being fat, tired, happy, grossed-out, only-slightly-humorous, satisfied yet not satisfied, bloated....I could continue.
So what's a California girl to do? Last weekend, I lounged in my oversized grey sweats and watch a few episodes of It's Always Sunny. Did I mention I ate nearly an entire pizza? In my defense, it was extremely thin crusted and completely home-made. No processed foods allowed.
To compensate for my love of food, I am rigorous about my health during the week - and that involves food & exercise. It's simple. I eat the right amount of healthy food (most of the time), and try to exercise 4-5x/week. I could sleep more, but that's another story.
In the end, I know I can do a lot better... but what's life if you never stuff your face?