Yesterday was a pretty trying day at work. My will power was weakened so I was kind of upset when I picked Nikki up at school and she was chipper. “Have a good day, did you?” I asked a little harshly. “Super duper!” she said with a grin and slight hop. “Oh….ok, good.” I said with a half smile. She looked at me quizzically and then said “We can go eat where you want to honey.” “I am glad you said that because I was thinking it would be a good day for a pizza, a pint (of Ben and Jerry’s) and some Mountain Dew.” This is labelled the “Unholy Trinity” in nutritional circles and lands at an “almost definite” on the Barometer of Bariatric Surgery.
I came to the stop sign and I had two options. Left to the supermarket or right towards home. After a few agonizing seconds I went right. A small victory, yes, but a sweet one. Dinner that night was going to be my sister-in-law’s recipe for Five Cheese White Pizza.
As soon as we unlock the front door to the house the dogs shoot out like lightning. Max goes to use the restroom. Gawain, however, has something else on his mind. That boy loves to play frisbee. So much so that I have to tell him to go to the bathroom or he will pee standing on the carport just so he doesn’t miss me coming outside with the red disc in my hand. I was happy to oblige him this form of exercise because I had SO many clothes to wash (our laundry room is outside. In fact its that blue door in the right of the picture) and because Gawain is ridiculously hard to walk. It is all worth it when you get to see this: Plus, whenever I throw the frisbee I play that song from the beginning of Flight of the Navigator in my head.
As Gawain and I became thoroughly exhausted (I tend to shuffle back and forth while I wait for him to return. It’s a very catchy song) my phone started ringing. Why, it was my good friend Caleb from last Thursday’s post. He was inviting us to dine at Pizza Hut. Willpower don’t fail me now. Actually, since I know I don’t have any Willpower I usually lean on Nikkipower. “Honey, Caleb is inviting us to Pizza Hut. What do you want to do?” I could see, in her eyes, the same thought process I had when I came to the stop sign at her school. “I really want to go to Pizzahut,” she finally said. So we went and enjoyed our time with friends.
What would you do in this situation? What is the best way to enjoy this time with friends while maintaining your healthy lifestyle? I think Pizza Hut may have a salad bar, but I couldn’t see it. The truth is, I don’t want to eat salad when my friends are eating pizza. But I know that I won’t be able to stop once I’ve started, and that is exactly what happened last night.
The book I spoke of yesterday, Thrive, talks a lot about how the food you eat affects every inner process of your body. It also steals your excess energy to aid in digestion. Since reading this I have tried to pay attention to how the food I eat affects me physically. After eating too much pizza I had a heavy, slow feeling. Also, my head started throbbing and it was hard to think. Feelings like this, more than anything else, motivate me to eat better. To aid rather than hinder. To build anew rather than repair.
The worst side effect from the pizza was the insomnia. I did not get any sleep last night. As I was tossing and turning I felt a gentle nudge on my elbow. I thought my wife was suffering insomnia too so I turned to talk to her and found this:
So I did.
No one opposes Maximus. No one.