On Wednesday I forgot my lunch at home. For most people this would not be a big deal, but since I work in a neighborhood and don’t really take a “lunch hour,” my lunch ended up consisting of 2 eggs that I stole from the fridge at work (aka my dad’s house0 and a small handful of kale that I snipped from the garden. And even though it was delicious, after having rushed out the door on 2 pieces of bacon and an apple after starting my day with an hour of heavy lifting, I got home that night about ready to eat my own arm.
As I was embarking home on what would become an almost-90 minute commute (usually takes about an hour each way, but because of the floods all of the roads are closed and so everyone is driving the usually-less-crowded route that I take… get off my road, slowpokes!), I called Brandon and started complaining about how hungry I was. “I’ve had 2 eggs, 2 pieces of bacon, an apple, and a little bit of kale all day. That should have been just breakfast!” To which he replied, “You’re never gonna get a big CrossFit ass if you don’t start eating more…” Don’t you just love him.
And, eloquent as he is, he’s right. I need to really start eating a lot more if I am going to ever get that 100 pound snatch, or that 240-pound backsquat, or that 300-pound deadlift… And this has been a problem for me my whole life, but especially since starting paleo. I am not a super hungry person, and have no problem skipping meals. Especially when I’m trying to be strict with paleo, I sometimes skip meals just because I don’t have the time or ingredients to cook something that I “can” eat, so instead I just don’t eat anything. My ability to skip meals with little to no issue always made me feel good back in the days when I was trying to just be skinny, because in that world what shows more self control or “strength” than dismissing the need for food altogether (yeah that’s not messed up at all). Thankfully that is no longer my focus, and let’s just say that you can bet Camille doesn’t skip meals.
I got home and immediately devoured my lunch and all of my afternoon snacks in one fell swoop, which had been sitting on the couch in their cute little canvas bag right where I left them that morning. About 2 hours later I also ate a full dinner of steak fajitas. I also invented a great new way to get the last remnants of almond butter out of the bottom of the jar. Here’s what you do: Take an apple slice, stab a fork in it, and then lower the apple slice into the jar and use the fork to maneuver it around to scrape the almond butter off the walls of the jar. I know, I’m a genius.
So here’s my radical idea: I’m going to eat more. A lot more. We are halfway through a 4-week paleo challenge at our gym, and are just beginning a 6-week lifting program during which I am really really hoping to finally break through the starfish barrier on my snatch and clean once and for all. I’m going to use this time to build up my daily calories, maybe even add a meal in altogether. But not just of whatever (I mean, the 6 slices of pizza I had last night during one of my more epic cheat meals were delicious, but I literally have a pizza hangover this morning, which is fantastic). I am seriously considering going back to Zone, and instead of doing 12 or 13 blocks a day, bump it up to 15 or 16 blocks a day. Which might not sound like a big difference, but 16 blocks is a LOT of food. And yes I know that you could zone a Snickers bar if you really wanted to, but we all know that that’s not the point here.
The big question is, am I up for the responsibility of getting even MORE serious about meal prep, weighing, measuring, and, well, EATING? Let’s be honest and realize that being in a position where I’m worried about what it’s going to be like if I have to eat more is a pretty awesome thing to be dealing with. Just like there are hungry children in African, there are women in America right now who are sitting at their desk staring at their carrot sticks and non-fat yogurt, feeling lightheaded and drooling at the smell of bagels wafting from the break room.
Time to go make another plate of eggs…