As amazing as that meal was (and it was seriously way better than I’d hoped for) if I lived near a Krystal’s I’d spend $20 on a sack full, few chili pups, a giant sweet tea, and a corn pup or two.
I’d feel like death would be a welcome release about 3 hours after consuming but it’s just been a craving I’ve had. Thankfully, I have no way to satisfy that craving way up here in the land of drizzle and bicyclists.
The diet (or whatever I’m calling it.. I hate the word diet) is rough, in fact the other day I broke down and bought four bakery doughnuts and devoured them in my truck along with an individual serving of whole milk. I felt like some weird meth addict. Overall though, aside from IJDGAF moments like that one, it’s been 3 weeks since I’ve had any fast food… which is huge. I was averaging about two meals a day from drive-thru windows since I moved here.
Also, aside from the first few days, no soda either. Unsweetened tea (My God… is this what being a yankee feels like?), black coffee (My God… is this what being Heavy D feels like?), and water have all I’ve been pumping in my mouth hole. I was averaging about 64 ounces of soda a day (they’re free at work and for fucks sake – Mt Dew, Pepsi, and Dr Pepper are amazing).
I’ve got another week and a few days to go before my 30 days of Paleo is up to see if it’s something I can stick with. My biggest complaint isn’t the fact that I’m having to prepare every meal it’s the cost. These last three weeks have set me back about $450 in groceries. On the contrary if I were eating fast food it would have set me back…oh.. $420.. just in the form of about $20 a day rather than $150 chunks.
Seriously, I was spending on average $20 on food per day and that’s if I just stuck with fast food. That shit adds up.
$140 a week x 4 weeks = $560 a month in delicious McNuggets, Sonic Drinks, and Popeye’s Chicken.
Now that I’m getting a handle on things like portion control and taming my unjustified fear of leftovers (seriously – long battle with this… stems from being a kid on foodstamps and feeling poor) I’m starting to see my grocery bill decline each trip yet my pantry and chill box stay full.
I haven’t weighed myself. I refuse to. I’m not touching the scale until the ides of March. I want to give this diet thing a chance and my exercise routine a chance to catch back up. The last time I weighed myself I had put on every pound that I worked so hard to lose and then ten more for good measure.
Depression, injury, and the “fuck it, who do I have to look good for naked?” mentality (and the rain.. the God forsaken rain here…) derailed my path and so rather than be rash and hit the gym three hours a day until I can’t move and then eat terrible food I decided to approach it from a different angle this time – flush fast food, soda, and (most) doughnuts from my life and ease my old ass body back into workout shape… so far so good.
TL;DR – I secretly ate doughnuts like a meth head, eating Paleo is hard, and I’d shank anyone on this earth except Tumblr’s and Shakira for a sack full of Krystal burgers right now. Also, fitness shit.
