I think that most of us try to eat well. At the very least, our intentions are good. However, there are times during the days, weeks or months that we simply follow emotion over intellect. I found myself in that place a few monthes ago while heading to a triathlon. We were traveling to Santa Barbara, California from Las Vegas along a dusty, alternative, sparsely populated route about an hour and a half outside of Los Angeles. I start seeing signs for “date shakes”, “organic peaches” and the kicker, “deep-fried twinkies”. “Deep-Fried twinkies”, I thought; “where are they”? Never had one. Actually had not had a twinkie in 25 years. Now, a twinkie in any fom, be it in an altered state or not, is NOT the most ideal food to ingest before a race, but I vowed that I would stop for one on the return trip three dys later. I thought about that twinkie all weekend. I told my host about it. I told fellow racers about it. I thought about it when I woke up in the mornings and even during the race (imagine clipping along and being fixatied not on the competition ahead, but something you might eat a day later. Go figure!). After a long race, there is nothing better than indulging in life’s pleasures–for me this is usually a local culinary delight (lobster in Maine, BBQ and Microbrews in Lake Placid, fish tacos in San Diego.

I stopped. I ordered a deep-fried twinkie. Complete with Cool Whip and congealed raspberry sauce. I have to say, the idea of the deep-fried twinkie was better than the twinkie itself. But now I can say that I’ve been there, done that in regard to to deep-fried twinkie on the Pear Blossom Highway.

My point is this:

Keep it real. Life is full of simple pleasures

Be mindful not militant. Embrace food not only as nourishment, but at something cultural and sensual.