Aside from being gluten free to help control allergies, I don't adhere to a specific diet. Some days I'll eat sweet potato fries from the local diner or have a huge handful of M&M's after dinner and dessert.
After racing at the HyVee Triathlon last year, I knew the odds of finding healthy, gluten-free meals in downtown Des Moines were slim. The few restaurants within walking distance of my hotel catered to the 9 to 5 crowd and were closed on weekends. I subsisted on the free hotel breakfast and a jar of peanut butter. 
As I dug my spoon into our shared pint of Stewart's ice cream, eyes fixated on Gaby Douglas’ uneven bars routine, my husband, John, turned to me and said, "Maybe we should be eating tofu or salads." I didn’t put my spoon up until the pint was gone. But the next night I cooked a salad appropriate for watching chiseled Olympians sweat over fractions of points and seconds.
