Mr. binge-eater met his match

As I write this, I am drinking ten bananas.

Just bananas and water, mixed to epic deliciousness.

This is day three of my banana feast, and I wanted to share a few thoughts while they remain fresh in my head.

First off, let’s establish a point of reference by being clear on how I was doing, pre-bananas.

Not well, overall. I was a poor choice machine. Lazy, 95% of the time when not working. No motivation to exercise. Overwhelmed by cravings for fast food and alcohol on a daily basis. Often isolated, notorious for flaking out on social plans (or just not making plans). Irritable. Depressed. Sluggish. And yes, on special occasions, suicidal.

Two days and a morning after just bananas, I can hardly relate to that previous paragraph.

As an established excessive over-eater, I expected thirty bananas a day to be easy peasy.

Alas, I have been filling up so quickly that I have yet to reach that number. I ate twenty on Sunday, and twenty-four yesterday. Going for thirty today, starting with this glorious ten-banana smoothie.

Here are my three favorite benefits:

1. Motivation!

Love being in the mood to go for a run, first thing in the morning. I am accustomed to it being like pulling teeth to make myself move in the morning. This morning, it was more like pulling teeth to stay still.

Yesterday, I couldn’t wait to go running after work. Generally, I can’t wait for a nap after work.

Frankly, I have more motivation than my body can handle at the moment. My respiratory system is saying, “Dude, what are you doing? I was sleeping in here.”

But I know all I have to do is keep at it, and my body will get stronger and catch up with my motivation levels.

I’m exhilarated by the newfound desire to move.

Thanks, bananas.

2. Cravings, schmravings

My self-destructive cravings have lost their teeth.

They are still in there. Psychological triggers remain prevalent. Pavlov still rings his bell, when I see an advertisement for food or alcohol. Or when so-and-so mentions such-and-such which is tangentially related to one of my vices.

But it doesn’t pull me in.

A craving is a drive attached to a thought. There’s the thought, which tells me I am having a craving. And a drive, that makes the craving seem real.

These past few days, there are no drives attached to the thoughts. The thought comes, because that is how the brain works- we’re wired for automatic, habitual response. So, the thought is still triggered by the environment. But the underlying drive that turns that thought into destructive action is non-existent.

3. My bank account salutes me

One of the most annoying aspects of being a slave to frequent cravings is being broke. Eating and drinking my cashflow into oblivion. Abusing my livelihood, slowly killing myself, one chalupa at a time.

And once the pattern gets heated up, it’s a daily thing. Up to 40-50 bucks a day until I’ve reached the bottom of my wallet. It’s insane.

But now I’m using my money, and a lot less of it, to nourish and sustain myself.

More to come

All in all, I feel phenomenal.

There was this point when I was running last night, when I smiled uncontrollably, which turned into a laugh, which reverberated into yet more laughter.

Behind the laughter was a realization that what I am doing right now is a genuine game-changer for me.

Can’t remember the last time I felt so full of life!’