Recovery and Reflection

My body has been pretty angry at me these past few days. After a weekend of debauchery and pretty terrible food, my body has sort of gone into a state of confusion. While on a ski trip to Sugarbush in Vermont with the Cornell Ski and Snowboard Club, healthy food choices weren't exactly readily accessible. Shamefully, my days in Vermont consisted of pasta with Ragu (I still can't believe I ate canned sauce), bagels smothered in overindulgent amounts of cream cheese, greasy bacon, and way too much beer. After eating such highly processed things, I then forced my body to pound the slopes despite the 0 degree weather and bone-chilling winds. 

So here I am, physically exhausted, my skin is an absolute mess, and every inch of my body feels heavier than normal. I am actually shocked at how extremely different I feel from just one weekend of bad food and alcohol. Don't get me wrong, the weekend was totally worth the after math, but I am now thoroughly convinced to eat heathy food when I have the choice. 

Since returning to Cornell, I've been drowning myself in steamed vegetables, whole grains, and gallons of pomegranate juice with hopes to make a recovery to my usually energetic self. I'm hitting the gym for an hour of boot camp and eating every green leafy vegetable in sight. I'm hoping that my experience is a lesson to myself that good food is crucial to everyday life. It drastically changes the way I feel and the amount of energy I have. So for the next few days I'll eat myself to recovery and revel in my discovery of the true value of healthy food.