Happy freakin’ Monday, Fittie-family!
To be honest, I really wasn’t planning on writing about food this fabulous February 4th. In fact, I had this whole video of me doing something pole-y, but after babysitting a 4 month old munchkin for 8 hours and then a 2 hour pole class, my body was all like “Yo, bbygir, Ima put u 2 sleep @ 10:30, aight?” Seriously, how can anybody resist an early slumber/the smooth Macklemore-esque baritone of my body’s voice? Furthermore, what kind of fitness blogger would I be if I denied myself the health benefits of going to bed early?
Or at least…thats what I keep telling myself. Anyways, I’ll have that video up for y’all next week…so hang in there!
So today, as I’m gobbling down my Think Thin bar (Brownie crunch, flavor, of course) and poking my mind grapes for excellent post ideas, the woman who I share my office with made a comment on how I eat my protein bar.
“Why do you eat your bar so weird?” said she. To which I wanted to reply, “Why do you speak aloud when you compose emails? Do you know you have the mental capacity to write without speaking?” …. but that would have been rude. And, as usual, I digress…
(however, she is literally talking one out right now. Jesus, take the wheel)
However, as jarring as her comment was, she’s right. I eat my protein bars differently than your average Think Thin consumer. I nibble on the perimeter of the bar first, making sure to get all the pure chocolate bits first, then I set it down, swig coffee, and break the body of the bar in half. Its my ism, my routine, my protein bar ritual. Its what makes the Think Thin bar eating experience so damn satisfying.
Everyone I know has an ism. I notice them all the time. Evy, for an example, will eat a handful of her pecans from the Whole Foods pecan bag, and then pour raisins into the empty space, thus creating a delicious pecan-raisin combo pack. My best friend from childhood, Arleta, used to set her lunch room plastic silverware in a perfect setting pattern, put her napkin on her lap, pause to examine her handiwork, and then dig in. At one point, my college boyfriend went through a sliced-banana-in-my-scrambled-eggs phase! INSANITY.
As bizarre as these isms might be, I think they are quite telling. If we take a moment to examine them, I think we’ll find we discover what it is we crave in food. Obviously, I crave chocolate. Otherwise, I wouldn’t take 10 minutes to eat all the chocolate off my bro-tein bar. Additionally, I believe Arleta truly savors her food when it is an event in her day, and Jason needs to have that sweet-salty flavor combination in his morning meal.
What’s your ism? Think about it! What are your motives behind taking in nutrition that way? Once you have an ism in mind, ask yourself how you can further satisfy that craving? Or, if its an unhealthy craving, how can you make it healthy? Tell me below! I really love rejoicing in people’s quirks…
Okay lovers, have a fantastic week!