Now I don't.
While I wasn't a literal fatty, I definitely wasn't fueling my body with the best gas to get me to the finish line. It took about two months of serious discipline to break the habit. Now I can safely say that I'm not a fat fat fatty. The test? Friday I had a cheeseburger from Culvers and felt slow and sick and gross for the rest of the evening. Saturday I had a huge salad with cottage cheese, spinach, carrots, broccoli, etc. It felt good. It felt normal. I believe this the establishment of a habit.
A normal day of food looks something like this:
On a medium-volume training day: For breakfast: oatmeal or wheaties AND apple, banana, or plum. If it's a long training day I'll have some scrambled eggs with cheese and toast.
For lunch: plain pasta of some sort and yogurt, and at least one entire fruit (oranges, lately) and two kinds of veggie, usually raw.
Dinner: a large salad with just a bit of protein. Maybe cottage cheese or legumes.
This is all still very strange to me.
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