100,000 calories gets you…
Last Saturday during our 16 miler with LARR, I overheard (eavesdropped) another runner talking about his friend who according to his Garmin (watch), had burned over 80,000 calories. My curiosity got the best of me and when I got home, I had to check my own stats. To my surprise, I had just hit 100,000 calories since March 29, 2009. I am not neecessarily proud of that, and I never count them. (I was actually happier to discover that just yesterday, I hit the 1,000 mile mark in training!) Seeing that number was really weird and hard to fathom so I did some comparisons with some items that although I like (love), I eat in moderation…well, except for the Starbucks.
100,000 calories are equivalent to:
153 Triple-Grande-Two-Pump-White-Chocolate-No-Whip Mochas with a Banana Loaf (my first breakfast of everyday)
86 Pints of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey Ice Cream (Who can really only eat ½ cup? I have to eat the whole thing.)
103 No.3’s from In-N-Out – Hamburger, french fries and lemonade combos
431 REESE’S Peanut Butter Cups (two-pack)
323 Little Debbie Nutty Bars
323 Peanut Butter Twix (two-pack)
189 Six inch Tuna from Subway
201 Red Velvet cupcakes from Sprinkles
228 Hostess Suzy Q’s (two-pack)
295 It’s-It ice cream bars
My stomach hurts just doing that comparison, I can’t even imagine filling my body with this kind of stuff everyday. I wish I could say that was the case a few years back but I am very guilty.
As I mentioned earlier, I have never been one to count my calories because I never really needed to. I have always been that person who ate way more junk food than anyone should. I think I was trying to make up for lost time. I remember when I was very young, my family and I lived with my grandma (dad’s mother). I was a wild kid — I doubt I ever listened to anything anyone told me, I was always getting into trouble. If I was too quiet, everyone assumed I was doing something sneaky. My grandma wouldn’t even allow me to open the refrigerator, in fact, I couldn’t even go in the kitchen unless it was time for dinner or the dishes. Looking back now, I am sure it had more to do with the fact that we were very poor, there wasn’t enough food to leisurely open the fridge for snacks. Don’t get me wrong though, dinner was served every night, it’s just that deserts and sweet-treats were considered luxuries and rarely available. During this period, my family (mom, dad and brother) would stay with mother’s parents over the weekend and I would try to stay over at my cousin’s. We’d build forts in her room and when everyone fell asleep, I would drag her with me and sneak into the kitchen for junk food. I was always paranoid, asking, “what if your dad catches us?” It’s funny looking at it now because I was so silly and of course her dad would not have been mad (maybe only mad that we were still up in the middle of the night). Those weekends were awesome – Dr. Pepper, Pepsi, pickles, chips, you name it, we ate it all. I also remember that my dad, he would ALWAYS bring me a small treat every time he’d go to the local store down the street — Now and Laters, Cracker Jacks, Boston Baked Beans, Suzy Q’s, an Otter Pop – something. I became obsessed with these kinds of treats because it felt like such a special occasion to have them.
As I got older and these things became easily available, I would gorge on them – three Honey Buns for one dollar. A box of Little Debbie Nutty Bars for $1.29 — one time in Arizona, I ate a dozen glazed donuts from Krispy Kreme. I would eat fast food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Disgusting.
It wasn’t until I moved to NYC in 2006 that I started to eat healthy. I think it was out of convenience — I don’t even remember seeing fast-food places around the city – I think there was a McDonalds or Taco Bell on 2nd Ave, but I only went there like one time. I started going to all these cool, healthy hole-in-the-wall places and it wasn’t long before I almost completely cut out junk food from my diet. Fortunately when I moved back to Los Angeles, I continued on the journey of healthy, conscious eating habits — whole grains, complex carbohydrates, fruits and vegetables, whatever. At least when I feel like eating junk, I know I deserve it!