What you eat matters.
I made delicious spicy chicken sandwiches for dinner tonight. They were good. I overate. Then, I got sleepy.
Pass out on the couch at 7:30 PM sleepy.
I haven’t eaten a lot of bread since I started my Home Chef journey. Even on nights when my meal includes a bond of some sort, I only eat one and it is a small part of the meal.
Tonight, I had almost all carbs. Besides breaded and fried chicken breast fillets, I made some homemade French fries. All carbs.
And, I feel like crap. I could sleep for a month.
My body feels a thousand times heavier. It has been a long time since I felt this sluggish. My brain is in a fog.
I have lost no weight in the last six months. I’ve just enjoyed some amazing homemade food. My goal was never about weight loss or nutrition. It was about enjoying good quality. It was about getting more from life than the garbage I’d been feeding myself.
But, after the way I feel tonight, I realize the other lesson I’ve learned.
It is about nutrition. There is a relationship between the fuel I put in my body and the functioning of my brain.
It has nothing to do with how much fat I carry around or how I look in a bathing suit. I don’t care about that. I want to feel productive and happy. The right food has a huge impact on how easy it is for me to achieve that feeling.
One of my personal missions is to fight what I’m feeling right now.
Slow.
Heavy.
Useless.
Now, I know. I am acknowledging this lesson. I hope I don’t forget again.
What I eat matters more than I ever realized.
Maybe once I’ve slept off this malaise, I’ll be able to figure out what that means. For now, I think it means I need to avoid eating too much bread.
I think going forward I will keep better track of what I eat and how I feel afterwards.
I know there is a correlation. My data is too limited to determine an exact causality. Additional experimentation is required.
I’ll let you know in a couple months. By then, I should’ve eaten enough different things to determine which ones make me feel like a sack of mud.