The Tex Files: Food As Fuel, Fool!

I am enjoying this little adventure into my health.

Since I lost my Big Girl Job two weeks ago I have been back part time at both of the fitness studios I that I used to work for. I work Saturdays at one of them and it's usually very long days. This week I thought I was being smart by taking some grub. Uh, not so much and here is where I got a big lesson in Food As Fuel.

Saturday morning I hopped up and made myself a smoothie. Ok, I tossed some fruit in with my protein shake and it kind of tasted like liquid ass but that is not the point. In my mind it was, "Look at me! I'm drinking breakfast!" Woot! I packed a sandwich, something to drink and some peanut butter crackers. I had half a sandwich at ten o'clock and the other at one o'clock and Dyson'd those crackers at three. NOT. ENOUGH. FUEL for the job that I was doing which is a ton of customer service that takes quite a bit out of me.

A friend had text me to come over after work she wanted to take me to eat. One thing led to another and my day got longer and longer and longer and the next thing I knew I was shaky and walking like Ed Lover. My boss had left to run an errand and my coworkers went all Drink Yer Juice on me. Ok maybe it wasn't THAT dramatic but I did get offers of candy AND juice! Anyway, my friend lives less than five minutes from the studio so when my boss came back I went there to "get it together." I felt stupid. My medical issues have escalated in the last 18 months. I know that there is a learning curve but I feel like some health short busser. Like I can't seem to ever "get it together."

Today I was back at the studio getting my resume together and my Best Friend IM'ed me to ask if I had eaten. I told her that I had and was even going to the grocery store to get food for the rest of the day. I am PMSing like a muther fucker and it's as hot as the devil's balls here in Houston. All I want is liquid and snack food. Best Friend congratulated me on being mindful of the grub but she also reminded me that I needed to eat full meal because, "...you get over emotional when you don't." <----THAT is an understatement. Like my mania, I don't know that I have gone too long without food until I am "over the crazy hump." By the time that I feel bad it's too late. My mind is mush, I can't think, I feel my body breaking down and then I break down. It's not a pretty sight to behold. Believe me.

Today, I smarten up and used my fancy pants phone for something more than Spotify. After every meal I set my stopwatch for three hours. Badda boom...badda bing...SCHEDULE! And wonders of wonders...no melt down and my day went off without a hitch.

I think I am finally getting this Food As Fuel thing. Eat enough to fuel my body for the task at hand. If I am sitting on my ass watching Real Housewives of Moscow, I need different fuel than if I am about to do an hour of Night Club Cardio. Plan ahead. People don't plan to fail they fail to plan. So if I know that I am going to be going balls to the wall all day, pack a snack and just like you are supposed to always know where the exits are...I am always to know when's my next meal. It's a very simple concept but I have to admit it's not easy.

Hook a sistah up in the comments with your favorite take along snack or how you space your meals. I could use the help.

Spanx in advance,
TX

PS: I was some kind of crazy when I said I was going to walk my neighborhood four times a week. It's almost midnight here and it's still close to 90 degrees. I'm going to have to pull out some dvd's or something until I can get back on my fitness plan.