I Fell Off The (Vegetable) Wagon

On average I am a pretty healthy eater and what's more is that I LOVE eating healthy. I get excited when I prepare a healthy meal for Jon and I-a meal that tastes good and is healthy for us is the goal for all of our meals. When I first adopted the healthy lifestyle I hated it-I rejected it-I cried about it. Apparently eating synthetic food can act as a drug and I was going through with drawls. Well I made it out on the other side of the initial transition and I couldn't be happier (especially when I heard about how some foods are flavored with the neat addition of beaver anal gland-yes-beaver anal gland). So yes, real food is best, always and forever!

HOWEVER
nobody is perfect. Not you, not me. Last week I had a week moment at Trader Joe's and grabbed some mini peanut butter cups off the shelf. I was heading into dangerous territory. And yes, I bake but it usually ends up getting given away. So having these little peanut butter cups in the house was a game changer. Once I had one I was able to justify going down the rabbit hole of junky eating. Yesterday I had an empty stomach and and filled it with one of these little peanut butter cups-guess what happened? I felt so gross! And then last night I joined Jon and his co-workers for happy hour and I was eating french fries like I was going to the electric chair. Its funny how one poor food choice can quickly snowball into many more.

So the point of the post? I realized something, when I eat poorly not only do I physically feel sluggish but emotionally I just feel "off".  When I eat "real" food I have more energy, I sleep better and I feel happier. So if nothing else this is a little note to myself to remember that healthy food is good for me and good TO me. So there.