Battle of the Bitch Tits
Thursday, May 05, 2011
I have a friend who is working his steps, and when he's not trying to recruit me to go to a meeting with him he says he is striving for "progress not perfection."
Losing weight is very similar. One can't stop eating in the same way he or she could (should) stop an addictive substance. You need to eat. Daily. Multiple times daily even. Further, eating twigs and bark for every meal isn't very practical. Sure we can make better decisions and have a salad for lunch and not get the bacon cheeseburger with French fries but often times the most ideal nutrition isn't attainable. Are you going to go to your mother-in-law's house for Easter, push her ham to the floor and ask for some celery?
So I seek progress. My progress since the end of February has included roughly twenty pounds. There have been two weeks where I gained but the overall trajectory is in the right direction. Progress. I exercise daily in some shape or form and pack my alimentary canal with fruits and vegetables. As I'm a fan of fresh salads that hasn't been too difficult.
My biggest challenge has been on Sunday. They've been sort of my cheat days if you will, I usually have a long run that day and feel itís justified, it's the day after weigh-in, and I typically hit the market then. As a reward, I cook something...shall we say less than diet friendly. Grill something. Mr. Potato comes out. That asshole butter appears from nowhere (I really hate that dick), and I do something really diabolical like drink a beer or have glass of wine. Once I even had both! Forgive me, Jesus!
This is an area where I need to progress a little more, and I need to shift my thinking about rewarding myself. I haven't sabotaged myself (yet!), but the weeks I gained were definitely due to my Sunday calorie overrun. As I analyze it, I effectively negate the benefits of my long-run with my ecclesiastical chow down. By the way, you canít have ecclesiastical without testicle tickle.
So I can fine-tune by skipping the dinner roll, keeping butter in the fridge, limit the starch intake to a cup of whatever it is, use a dry rub on the protein instead of a sauce, take the nuts and blue cheese out of the salad and stay away completely from the beer. THAT would be progress.