Monday, April 01, 2013
So this week is going to be a bit of a challenge. I have been cutting down on many things, because, of course, most of my favorites are what make you fat in the first lace. I have already cut out cheese, and coffee, for the most part, and this week, I will be cutting back to meat only two days a week, and just chicken, or lean pork, and no alcohol. I will also try to do no chocolate, but I have a small addiction brewing. In place of these things, I am going to eat more beans, some tofu, and a lot of vegetables. For the next month or so I am going to try and follow this book "Eat to to live". It mainly says that you have to cut out all dairy, meat, coffee, alcohol, and processed foods and eat 1lb of raw veggies, and 1 lb of cooked veggies, all the fruit you want, 1 oz of nuts, at least of cup of beans, and only one cup of grains a day. He also recommends some flax seed too. You can look him up, Dr. Furman, for all the details, but it seems like a good short term way to at least change your taste buds a little so salty fatty processed foods stop tasting so good. You really get to eat a lot; unlimited vegetables, unlimited fruits, and unlimited beans. So you don't go hungry, you just eat what you want of those foods, and limiting grains, and fats. It does seem a little extreme, but then again so does eating a whole pizza, or a whole bag of chips. I'll see how this lifestyle change affects my energy levels for exercise, but I have a feeling it'll be good.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
As I said last week...I'm pissed. I have realized that I hate breathing heavy when I hike. I hate. it. It drives me nuts that when I go with other people, I have to ask for breaks, and I'm breathing heavy the whole way. I mean, I can do moderately difficult hikes, but clearly I have been sitting on my butt and eating too much for about 20 years.
I am a really social person, so this has usually involved going out for drinks, or to get food. It isn't rare for me to do well all week, then spend time with friends, and blow all my progress, sitting around eating and drinking. I have made a decision, that if I am going to hangout with people, we will be moving. Went for a hike yesterday, and am going for another today, tomorrow, Wednesday, and Saturday. I am committed to be amongst the leaders for fitness minutes leaders for Vermont for the month of April.
I have been using a simple phrase to motivate me from a friend. Face it. Face it. Face it. I am going to stare it right in the face that I could easily lose a small childs worth of weight, and do what I can to stop having this be part of my life. I owe to myself at every other point in my past to succeed, and actually know what it feels like to be an athlete. To run up mountains, to not avoid going swimming, to be able to by clothes and not hate the process. I am sick of all of it. I am pissed and I not playing this game anymore.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
So I think they way to go is to get mad. I have been through every emotion. I have been through just about every diet plan and website.
Sparks people. I have started and stopped at least 10 times now
My Fitness Pal
Weight Watchers, on line and at home with those weird cardboard points counter things. Too much of a guy to ever go to a meeting.
I have done detox, I have done tons of personal training. Blah Blah. So much crap, when all I have to really do is just let it happen, and deal with all the emotional baggage that will come with it. I had all kinds of crazy stuff happen when I was a kid. And it all stuck. It stuck in the form of 243lbs and 5 foot 2 inches. It stuck everywhere. I tried numbing it all with a lot of food and alcohol, and weed. It didn't go anywhere. It just got worse. It didn't help that my reward system, was, wait for it, food. Jesus. My reward for doing anything good, was the thing that made me feel the worst to begin with. Great plan. So now I'm p'oed. I am sick of being like this. I am sick of being nervous to apply for jobs because of the small countries worth of food I have around my middle. I am sick of having to wear the same clothes to death because they are the only ones that fit. I am sick of having to stretch my shirts out so they hang so my gut and my large love handles don't make it look like I have swallowed an inner tube.
I know all this may sound a little harsh on my self, but so what. I have spent enough time taking it easy on my self, having some beers and a burger, and some fries, and and more beer, and then "forgetting" I was going to run that day. I need to be harsh. I want to be a personal trainer, but I can't even train myself. Well screw that. I am going to turn myself around from being an emotional wreck because I was a fat 15 year old, AND a fat 35 year old, and make it go away. I am done. (Also can't there be a section of this site where adults can be adults and swear? I swear when I am angry)
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