Of course you would never know it based on how much I eat. The other day I was in Trader Joe’s, and I noticed an obviously single guy (frozen pizza, six-pack, gallon of whole milk) giving me a flirtatious glance. That is, until his glance scanned the length of my grocery cart, overflowing with cereal, bread, broccoli, fruit, turkey, cheese, legumes, juice, eggs, peanut butter, pasta, yogurt - enough food for a family of five, which was most certainly a turnoff to the grocery-aisle-Casanova.
I’m at the point in my training where I tangibly notice my body burning its fuel. Where the effort I exert makes a direct connection with the calories I consume. Where every hour I’m ready for another snack. My metabolism is charged, my fridge is full and I feel fit!