Hello, my name is Michelle and I'm addicted to avocado. It started simply enough: guacamole. But it transformed, slowly, to an obsession with this fruit. I could eat it on anything: burgers, with french fries, grilled with a salad... It's delicious. It's green. It's one of the best sources of protein and good fat out there.
For the month of June, I'm going to try to stop stress eating. You know what that means? No chocolate chip cookie at 2pm when I’m feeling drained (but not hungry). No candy snack at the check-out in the grocery store. No crunchy potato chips when I’m browsing Craiglist at night and wondering what I’m going to do with my life. No eating when I feel an unpleasant emotion… I guess I’ll just have to, you know, feel it.
Well, this is it. My last week of a whole month without deep-fried goodies. It’s been beneficial, but it’s also been pure hell.
For the first time in weeks, I don’t have any dreams about mozzarella sticks. I don’t wake up longing for the crunchy taste of hash browns in my mouth. I don’t even want a chicken wing....that much.
I’ll admit it. I cheated. On Wednesday, I had 13 fries and two chicken nuggets from McDonald’s. I feel like Kanye the morning after he dissed Taylor Swift at the Grammys.
When we drink (and we all know this by now), we're not only consuming a ton of calories from our friend the frozen marg, but much like that fabulous children's book "If You Give A Moose A Muffin," if you give me a tequila shot, I'm going to want some mac and cheese/pizza/other late night snack to go with it. And that means may-jor (Rachel Zoe voice) extra fat and calories.
Girls, finals are upon us. (And here are 10 ways I know it.) We're all spending too much time in the library, a soul crushing activity when the weather outside is starting to look like it is actually spring and almost summer. Personally, all I want to do is lie outside in a bikini with an issue of Cosmo.
I've lived in the South for a good portion of my life, which means that everything is deep fried - vegetables, candy, cookies and my absolute favorite - chicken. If it doesn’t have a crispy, golden brown finish then I usually stay away from it. From the bacon and hash browns I have in the morning to the French fries I eat with my dinner, I can honestly say that I don’t have the healthiest diet at all. And when my physician told me that I’m at risk for diabetes, it was obvious that something had to change.
Ever have one of those days where you were supposed to make an appearance at the gym but got caught up in a marathon study session and platefuls of tater tots instead? Yeah, me too. It's called Saturday. But don't beat yourself up about those less active days; compensate for them!
We're college women. We're busy studying, we're lazy, we want an excuse to not have to cook... and we eat out. A lot. And when we do, it's really easy to convince ourselves that we are eating healthy. (It's one of the many skills we've mastered over the years.)
Centenarians. People who live to 100-years-old and beyond. These people are fascinating to us because we want to know what they do differently that sets them apart from the rest of us who die before that coveted 100th birthday.
It’s no secret that our diets affect the way we feel. If you spend a night binge studying and suppressing your late-night stressors with copious amounts of mozz sticks, you (and your brain) will not feel fresh and new. Instead, you will probably feel a bit sluggish, full, bloated, and fat. Not the sexiest feeling for a young college girl.
Dear CollegeCandy, Thank you so much for your topics on health and fitness. As a college student, I feel very self-conscious about my body, and it causes a great deal of self-esteem issues. Especially around midterms, eating binges for me are fairly common. What is the best way to prevent this? Also, I live with two boys who eat WHATEVER they want... how do I avoid eating what they eat??
It’s that time of year where we realize perhaps we’ve eaten a bit too much late night cheesy bread and we want to start losing some of the extra poundage so we look good in our skinny jeans by Thanksgiving weekend, lest our 8th grade crush see the dreaded muffin top eating all those pumpkin chocolate chip muffins has created.
Okay, so it's been kind of a busy fall season so far, and I haven't had a ton of time (read: any time where I wasn't either studying or drinking) to call home (delinquent daughter... whoops!). Anyway, my family had no idea that I was going meatless for a month, and I just mentioned it in passing to my mom on the phone, and she laughed. She thought I was joking.
Let me start off by saying that I love meat. Like a lot. If I could eat a steak for every meal, I would. And if it weren't gross to bathe in burger meat, I'd probably do that too. (Don't judge.)
It goes without saying that this month didn’t go according to plan for me, but interestingly, I think I learned a lot more than I had originally expected.
Entering the dining hall at my college was like entering the land of some kind of lotus-eating, vegetarian haven, or, in my case, a carnivore’s personal version of hell. It’s not that they don’t serve meat; they do. But they also serve various other reinterpretations of meat: tofu ravioli, lentil hamburgers, vegan minestrone soup.
I ate mozzarella sticks. And I’m not ashamed. Not much has changed since my tough week last week. I’m still adjusting to the single life, which I love more and more every day. The nausea is the only thing that has really persisted, which means that I will unfortunately probably have to see a doctor just to make sure that nothing is medically wrong with me.
I had a vision in my head for how this month would go. I would give up junk food, be healthier, maybe slip up once or twice, but succeed overall. I would end the month being skinny, beautiful, and confident. My life situation would remain the same; it would be ME that changed.
Do you eat when you’re not hungry? Sure, we all do to some degree! Food is one of the necessities of life, but it’s also a source of comfort for those times when you are feeling sad, stressed, homesick, angry, or [insert emotion here]. This occasional indulgence usually isn’t a problem, but when you start responding to every emotion with food it becomes a problem in more than one way.
Sometimes all you need to spruce up a dull salad or your run-of-the-mill Wednesday dinner is an ingredient swap. If chicken caesar has lost its bite, and you simply can't look at another plate of turkey and veggies without yawning, say hello to my leetle friend (sorry, had to!): shrimp!
If I were to tell you that eating certain foods in the right combination will make you more alert and focused, would you give them a try? How about if I told you that some of your food choices are literally draining your brain power? Would you think twice before chowin’ down on them?