My diet still doesn’t seem right.
Almost everything I eat is good for me. And I’ve cut out almost all empty calories. I eat enough fiber in a day to build a scarecrow.
But I’m bored stiff with whey protein, soy protein, and all this other protein that comes in bar form. Eat enough of it and you don’t taste the chocolate, peanut butter, caramel, yogurt or whatever else it’s coated, drizzled or flavored with. It just tastes like a block of protein: 30 grams of it, if you get a good one.
So that leaves me with real food.
Most of my recent trips to the grocery have been disasterous. I dig through grocery shelves finding the same stuff over and over: Clif Bars, MyoPlex bars, whole wheat pitas, egg white/ham breakfast sandwiches, hummus and as much caffeinated beverage as I can carry.
I’ve unpublished my food log because it’s boring. I know exactly what I’m going to eat tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after: Some kind of nutrition bars, some kind of lean meat and starch for lunch, and either a big portion of meat or some kind of organic food for dinner. Maybe, maybe I’ll eat an egg white sandwich for dinner. Then bed.
I can probably sustain this pattern indefinitely for a long time, but I really don’t want to. The alternative seems like cooking — and I’m grudgingly accepting that.
Danny’s encouraging me to cook up a bunch of healthy grub on Sundays and portion it out for myself throughout the week. I think I’ll try that and see how it works out. He says it will also save me money. That’s never a bad thing. We’ll see…
I’ll see what I can cook up and get back to you.
Bryan
