One of my favorite movies is Mean Girls and I love the part when they are talking about their feelings and there's a girl there just pouring her heart out and she says, "I just have a lot of feelings." I totally feel like that girl most of the time...
These feelings aren't necessarily emotional feelings today though. The past few days I have made some observations about how certain foods make me feel.
Bagels- depending on the time of day, bagels either make me feel full and satisfied (morning) or bloated and gross (night)
Dan loves my homemade bagels so I make them regularly. I usually end up eating them because they're fast and easy and delicious. Sometimes they do give me a little bit of a stomach ache. I'm attributing this to the high carb content with no fiber or protein unless I've made them with whole wheat flour.
Hot cereal- this makes me feel awesome and full all the time. more on this later...
Candy/chocolates from the prize bag- almost immediately upon eating the chocolates from my piano prize bag I felt a slight burning in my stomach. It was so slight and subtle BUT I would have NEVER EVER in a million years noticed this discomfort if I wasn't being hyper-aware. Normally I would have just eaten them to my heart's content and never realize they were making me feel just a little uncomfortable.
Jelly beans/gumdrops- I recently bought a ton of candy for gingerbread houses and my big "Aunt stephy sugar cookie extravaganza." Of course I munched on some while putting them away and I noticed that about 5 minutes after eating about 5 gum drops and 5 jelly beans I had a burning feeling in my stomach and I felt sick. It wasn't very noticeable but since I'm really starting to pay attention to my reaction to certain foods I'm noticing how candy (something I've ALWAYS loved loved loved) actually makes me feel a little gross.
apples- incredible. I eat at least 1 apple a day. I may have already typed this but when Dan and I cleaned out the console of my car we found 6 apple cores. this is so gross but sometimes when I'm eating an apple while driving I put it in the console garbage if I don't have my plastic garbage bag close by...this just points to the fact that apples are the bomb and I eat them...frequently....and could write chapters about my favorite varieties of apples
salad greens- (including spinach and spring mix) these makes me feel content and yummy inside. My only qualm with salads is that while I love salads with all my heart, I get bored when I make them at home. If I'm at a restaurant I could eat my salad and take my entree home, but when I'm actually making my own salad, I feel bored. So what usually happens is I end up throwing away a lot of my costco sized salad mixes and Dan has given me 1 more chance that I can eat a giant bag of spinach in less than a week or I can buy costco sized bags anymore! I did find a salad keeping secret though- wrap your greens in paper towels are stick paper towels in the plastic box and they will stay fresh longer.
On the topic of restaurants- last night for date night we went to pizza pie cafe which is the same thing as Craigo's in IF and Rexburg. I got really full off my first few pieces of pizza and then had a salad and then Dan and I shared a few different pieces of dessert pizza. We both felt sick and bloated when we were finished. We had a discussion about how that kind of food feels very processed and "fake" but when we go to our favorite Italian restaurant, we never feel sick, even when we have eaten way too much. Our favorite Italian restaurant makes everything from scratch and everything is homemade and they use nothing but fresh high quality ingredients. There's just a difference in how processed foods make you feel verses real, homemade food made with fresh ingredients. Needless to say we'll skip the pizza buffet next time!
These are the observations I've made recently and I'm sure I'll make more. Currently my folder with all my homework assignments is MIA so unfortunately it might be awhile until I post the homework #3 and #4 but it's coming!!!
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