Over the last couple weeks, my entire attitude about nutrition has changed. A few nights ago, I observed how much time I was spending trying to buy yogurt. In the end, there wasn’t a single one-serving yogurt container in the store I could eat (and this was at Whole Foods!). I was momentarily dismayed, not by the lack of availability of something worth introducing into my digestive system, but rather the time I was spending making a decision.
Then I thought about how conscientious I am about other decisions that are important to me. When I buy a DVD, I make sure it’s the best edition availabile: 2-disc, commentaries, DTS, whatever. when buying my camera, I researched it for about five weeks before making the purchase; any new piece of technology, I research and I compare (and I save up). sometimes by the time I’m “ready” to buy, it’s no longer the best choice, and so I wait even longer (the main reason why I’ve been “in the market for a new TV” since August 2000).
I think of my folks, both of whose cars are performance vehicles: they pay more of 93-Octane gas and do it gladly, because it makes a difference; and if they had to go out of their way to find a station that supplied it, they’d do it without complaint. shouldn’t I treat my body the same way? Unlike my nine-year-old truck, if I treat it like a performance machine, it will actually become one.
Therefor, it’s not wasted time being judicious about what fuels I introduce into my body’s energy pipeline.