What in the hell is it with trainings? Whether I'm participating or part of leading/supporting, it happens: I get hungry for a few days once it's over. And I don't mean the kind of hungry that leads me to want an extra apple or another handful of raw almonds. I mean the kind of hungry that has me craving spicy, rich, dense foods in economy-sized portions. Obsessively. I fantasize about what kind of cheese might be best with that particular dark chocolate and ginger bar. I make hot chocolate so rich it takes a good hour to drink a cup after consuming crabby benedict (eggs benedict in which the ham is replaced with a crab cake) with a nice, spicy hollandaise. I could eat queso like soup with guacamole as a salad. (Hmm. HMMMMMM!)
This time last week, I was all about the green smoothies and salads and pasta with sunflower "cheese" sauce. This week? Give me the damned sandwich already, and please pass the pimento cheese so I can put more on this whole grain pita chip. Like, now. And where's the salt? Did I mention I need salt? Yeah, that - so hand it to me now, please. Got Sriracha? Give it here. I will bite you if you so much as take one step towards that hummus. And, yes, I do want that cinnamon roll.
There's an urgency to it. Food time is food time, and heaven help the poor soul who tries to interfere with it. I get a little protective of it AND my ice cream, which is never in the freezer except for such times as these.
Granted, it's not all three meals - my breakfast is a chocolate Shakeology shake. (OMG. O. M. G. So good.) Dinner tends to be small. But lunch? Step back and don't you damn dare touch my bag of tostadas, upon which I am going to put as many of these carefully prepared toppings as a single tostada can comfortably hold. Twice. With a tomato salad and a cup of hot chocolate to follow. Mid-afternoon, I will have my green smoothie or there will be a problem. Because by mid-afternoon, I am hungry again. Yes, after the huge lunch. I growl while I drink them. (Not quite, but close.)
Luckily, this only goes on for two or three days - not that I fear food, but my grocery bill increases exponentially after a training. And heaven forbid I wander into the grocery store if I'm hungry - I'll go in for laundry detergent and come out with the makings of a taco bar. Seriously. It's insane.
As insane as the call of that bar of dark chocolate I just remembered I have.
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