John and I work in front of a computer 12 hours a day or more, every day. We even schedule ourselves Saturday off, just to make me feel better. It never happens, but the calendar says it’s so, so I continue to hold out hope for our one day off per week!
Because we are so busy, we eat out. We get coffee for breakfast, skip lunch and eat an early dinner which we call lunch and then eat junk later. Or sometimes we eat a late lunch and a very late dinner. This is more often the case. We start the day eating very little and end it with a whopper of a meal followed by dessert. Supersize? You betcha! Bring it on! After all, I’ve hardly eaten all day, so I’m good.
Who has time to cook? Not me! This is sad, considering I love to cook. “Healthy” and “eating out” are still not often able to be in the same sentence. Sure, it’s possible to eat out in a healthy manner, but it’s not easy, and it’s not usually fun. Even on my salads I prefer ranch dressing over vinaigrette.
Our daily food supply consists of hamburgers, french fries, fried pickles, pasta, mexican food (cheese dip? of course!), dessert and an occasional salad thrown in the mix. The salad always comes before the loaded gourmet hamburger, so it leaves us feeling pretty good about ourselves, right? And, we drink iced tea with lemon and no sugar, not sodas, so again, we can feel pretty good about ourselves, right? So what if we follow up our evening meal with dessert? We split it, so again, that’s good, right? Haha!
We sleep terrible. John has chronic indigestion and heartburn and my arms often get numb and wake me up so I can reposition my body. I guess the numbness is from typing and being on the computer so much. I wake up with hot flashes a couple times a night. Yes, this is a different issue, I know. Sigh. Sometimes I can’t get back to sleep for hours after a hot flash. We go to bed between midnight and 1:00 a.m. and get up between 8-10, depending on our schedule. Let’s be honest! It’s usually closer to 10! Sometimes I’m actually able to get some sleep from 5 a.m. to 9 a.m. after I’ve been awake for several hours in the early morn. Again, sigh.
None of this could be because of our terrible diet and the fact we never exercise. No way! I drink water all day and sometimes take a multi-vitamin. Occasionally, I have a green shake for breakfast or a fruit smoothie. I drink coffee, and like Dr. Oz says, that should help me avoid alzheimer’s, right? My blood pressure is normal, I’m only 20 pounds overweight, and I look pretty good for my age, so that’s all the matters, right? Cholesterol? What did you ask about that? Mmmmmm, I don’t know. I don’t go to the doctor so I have no idea what my cholesterol levels are. Denial and avoidance are my best friends! What you don’t know can’t hurt you, right? After all, I’m healthy. I don’t have heart problems, cancer, diabetes, or any other disease. I’m lucky, you say? Shame on you! I’m sure it’s attributed to my healthy lifestyle. I hear you laughing! Don’t think I’m deaf!
So, it’s Friday night at 10:30 p.m. John and I have just finished working and have returned from one of our favorite restaurants with a full tummy. We have decided to curl up in our comfy green chair big enough for two, and watch a movie. We are trying to decide what to watch on Netflix. We love documentaries. John’s friend Will has told him about this documentary, “Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead!” It sounds interesting and entertaining, for sure. Will tells John because of this movie he has been on a juice fast for several days and he has never felt better! A JUICE FAST! What the __ ? The only “fast” that comes close to my diet has the work “food” after it! I’m not into deprivation, starvation, strictly vegetation or any other word that ends in shun!
We watched the movie. Yes, it was impactful. Yes, it made a lot of sense. Yes, I could easily apply the circumstances from it to my own life. Yes, I’d recommend you go watch it. You probably know the end of this blog story. John and I watched the movie Friday night. By Monday, we started our juice fast together. Misery loves company, right? I am a Bombshell Girl, after all, and why be alone in it if I don’t have to be?