My training philosophy, prior to the birth of my first child, was to exercise so I could eat whatever the hell I wanted. I wasn’t ready, at that time, to give up Burger King, Pizza Hut, or fried chicken—shoot, I live in the south where if it can be healthy, we run in the other damn direction.
You like greens (collards, turnip, or mustard)? They’d taste a lot better if you season the pot with some fat back, ham hocks, or bacon grease. Think macaroni is a good side item? It’s even better if you bake it using several different cheeses. Love salad—and I’m not talking the green, leafy, kind—then I challenge you to find a picnic, cookout, or Sunday dinner in the south where a bowl of potato or macaroni salad isn’t on the menu.
And don’t even get me started on the potato pies, peach cobblers, and red velvet cakes—oh. my. lawd!
There was far too much good food around me to negate any of it…and I wasn’t ready to make that big of a change anyhow.
Well, low and behold, along comes “Food Inc.” and my life changed forever—literally.
Now, I scoff at most of those foods and crave such things as black bean burgers, tofu, and almond milk…I know, somewhere my great-grandmother is rotating in her grave over that comment.
That said, exercise is meaningless if you’re going to make bad decisions the rest of the day. Why work so hard just to overdo it? I’m not saying do as I do, but be mindful of how much and what you’re putting in your mouth and be honest about how unfocused eating can and will effect your training goals, if not held in check.
There are 24-hours in a day. Use each one of them wisely.