Adventures of a Midwest Transplant

Why Did I Eat Flamin’ Hots Before Exercising?

So, I’ve been exercising more regularly, and I’m finally starting to feel the effects that come along with continued exercise.

I sleep better, and need less hours of sleep overall.

I feel more hungry for healthy food and less hungry for unhealthy food.

My clothes are even starting to fit better. I long for the day when this yo yo thing I”m doing with my size in clothing is done and I’m maintaining a healthy weight and sexy body.

Lastly, I’m enjoying the feeling of motivation. Even when I have a good excuse not to work out, I’m taking that extra step to workout. I’m hoping I can keep this up because it feels great.

So on to the point of this post. I love flamin’ hots. I haven’t eaten them in a while because they are basically the ultimate unhealthy junk food when it comes to me. Don’t know what flamin’ hots are?

I didn’t actually eat the frito lay flamin’ hots though. I got that good local Vitner’s cheesy hot.

I’m not downing ho hos or anything like that. But I’ll eat the hell out of some empty spicy carbs. Enter Crunchy Hot Kurls.

I bought some on a whim on Father’s Day when I stopped in Walgreens to grab a can of assorted nuts for my dad. He really likes the assorted nuts, so I grabbed them. I just couldn’t pass up the snacks for myself.

Since it had been so long since I’d eaten flamin’ hots, I didn’t finish the bag in one sitting.

The next day, I finished the  bag, and it was so delicious.

One hour later, I was starting to workout. My workout involves a lot of laying flat and also having my head pointed toward the floor (i.e., lower than my heart).

That situation is not good for digesting all that spice and Red 40. I felt some horrific heartburn/reflux type pain. I was able to finish my workout, but I needed all the water when I was done.

Now that my goal is to work out daily, I pretty much cannot ever eat those chips again.

At least not two days in a row.

Or right before I work out.

Or at all.

Will I completely swear off spicy empty carbs? No, I can’t do that. I love flamin’ hot funyuns too much for that.

But I know I don’t ever want to feel that pain of all that spice making it’s way back up out of my stomach again. Kinda kills the endorphin buzz that exercise brings, you know?

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