Big Bones and Other Big Parts -- Learning To Eat After Quitting Sports
By Nay's Way / www.divinecaroline.com
I knew it was coming. The day would come when my mother’s words would come back to haunt me.
I was an athlete. I played at least three sports (not sure if you’d count Cheerleading as a sport, but let’s add it). I ate like someone who played at least three sports. After-school runs to McDonald’s for a Quarter Pounder with cheese Value Meal (large) with a chocolate shake and a side of six piece Chicken McNuggets was not uncommon for me. And that was my snack! For the average, non-sport person, that’s over 1,500 calories (1,955 to be exact). But I was not the average, non-sport person. I played sports. I’d burn that off in no time.
And I did.
As I got older, I graduated to a school that had no sports program. Before this hiccup, I’d played sports long enough that my body kept a rhythm of high metabolism. It remembered to burn whatever fat I’d stored at the rate I maintained during my athletic days. Perhaps it was this illusion that kept me on the fast track to gorging on any fast food restaurant I saw. I could have whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, however much I wanted. I played sports.
I played sports.
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