Friday, January 11, 2013

I Don't Eat Oats in a Jar

I'm sick of everyone in the blog world pretending to be perfect.  I'm sick of seeing oats in a jar, "sweet treats" of banana with a swipe of almond butter (seriously that's dessert???) and your perfect paleo muffin.  Maybe I'm sick of it because I'm jealous or maybe it's because I can't believe that anyone is that perfect.  So many bloggers portray this life of eating clean every day and ALL the time.  I'm just not buying it.  I'm not falling prey to that "perfect blogger syndrome" and neither should you.  No one is perfect ALL of the time.

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses and my weakness is definitely food.  I don't talk a lot about what I eat on the blog because, quite frankly, there isn't much to envy over here.  I'm a bad eater. There I admit it.

I don't consume nearly enough fruits or vegetables.  I like carbs and I can't even imagine a life without cheese or bread.  While I do try to control my portions and therefore my calories, I don't restrict any food group from my diet.  I don't have much of a sweet tooth so I'm typically able to avoid sweets.  Sweets definitely aren't my weakness, but salty snacks are my Achilles heel.

Having said that, last night I binged.  I ate chips and dip.   I had the container with me on the couch and the bag of chips in hand and I ate and ate and ate.  The whole time I ate, I sat there and asked myself why I was doing it.  I pictured my thighs as I see them when I look in the full length mirror (with disgust).  I asked myself if it was worth it, and even though the answer was no, I kept eating.  And then (as if that wasn't bad enough) I went and got two chocolate chip cookies.

To be honest, the thing that makes me sad is that I didn't even enjoy it.  I didn't enjoy it because the whole time I was eating it I was worried about what kind of effect it was going to have on my body (outwardly).  I kept telling myself to get to a place where I could say, "#$%# it" and eat it AND enjoy it, but it never happened.

The thing is, however, today is a new day.  I'm not going to sit and beat myself up over it.  It's over and done with.  I'm really just a girl who likes to eat, who likes to workout, and does enjoy feeling good when I look in the mirror and like what I see.  I have good days and I have bad days and struggle like every single other "normal" person.

Life isn't about being perfect, life is about ENJOYING every moment good or bad.  I wish I would have taken the time to enjoy myself.  Was what I did last night healthy?  No!  Is it the end of the world?  No!  Am I perfect?  Absolutely not!  I'm not trying to be perfect.  I'm just me and I don't eat oats in a jar.

Win a $25 Gift Certificate you are SURE to love! 

Thanks to everyone who entered the Mom Swim Bike Run Plank Challenge.  There is still plenty of time to enter if you haven't already.  All the details are on this post.  It's so very exciting to see everyone sharing their pictures and all the varying times.  I'm still hoping to get a lot more entries, so hop to it everyone and get those plank pictures posted. 


Autumn said...

I couldn't agree more....I'm getting so disgusted with some of the blogs I read.

robringer said...

i like fresh salsa and chips...and nachos, and salty snacks. there i said it. i'm a fatty :)

tracey smith said...

I really don't read too many blogs, but I seriously have never heard of oats in a jar. And you are perfect just the way you are.

Kortni said...

Hilarious! I was in bed last night thinking about all the things I hate about my body and wondered if I would stop eating peanut M&M's and ice cream to change it. I decided NO! I am right there with you!!! You look perfect to me!

Megan S said...

You just described my eating last night. Continuous junk and not even that enjoyable. Well, I do enjoy pretzel rods but couldn't figure out why I ate so many. And stealing the kids' fruit snacks? Seriously.

acspartan said...

Pinterest is the devil of all of this! I don't eat oats in a jar either. I bet they aren't even good!

Post a Comment