I have entered what I call The Constant Hunger phase of my marathon training. The gist of it is …. I’m always hungry. Make that ravenous. I’m also constantly eating. My new nutrition plan: if it is edible, eat it. Balanced diet, superfoods, fuel for the run, blah blah blah. Food = eat. I spend a ridiculous amount of time thinking about, even day-dreaming about, food. Before I eat I eagerly anticipate the planned meal. After I eat I think about what else I can eat. Then I think about when I get to eat again. Repeat.
My new motto is endurance eating for endurance running. I don’t deny myself. If my packaged-food avoiding brain suddenly demands store-bought baked goods I comply. Readily. I complied yesterday and ate an entire bag of cookies. By myself. I will pitifully pretend my husband has proposed eating a decadent treat so I can respond to his completely fabricated suggestion with a resigned “fine, since you are insisting [add emphasis], yes I will eat a pint of ice cream. Now quit pestering me”. Enter ice cream.
This happens to me every training cycle. Then, at some point, I return to my baseline level of gluttony. Until then, what’s for dinner?
Title Reference: From the movie Little Shop of Horrors. 1986.
