There are hundreds of people that share their intimate stories with even more listeners/readers/ fans what have you, but this is my first time. I don’t expect you to care. A lot of my friends whom I love dearly, don’t think I have a right to complain about my body, and for their very different reasons they are perfectly right.
I have low blood pressure, a low resting heart rate, zero metabolic concerns. No broken bones, no arthritis, and I love touching my toes. And to boot, I actually get excited by a shopping cart full of greens.
But, sometimes active bodies get injured and although recovery happens, it is at a pace that we just can’t set. I jumped rope until my right ankle pinched a tendon just the right amount so that it is pretty much always ready for inflammation. It was so bad at one point that if and when it started to rain, I couldn’t run to my car for cover. I have come a long way, but it isn’t nice. Running is the best cardio for me and sadly cannot happen like it used to, but that wasn’t all, no. Same right leg then had an MCL Strain from a tubing accident. So weight gain was slightly inevitable for the sheer fact that I wasn’t able to maintain the same level of activity.
But then nutrition, the most vital component, went. As of late, I’ve been calling myself FF, as in Fat Fuck..yes degrading, but this is what we do. Things I’ve been enjoying: chips, cookies, chai tea lattes knowing full well that it has about 19 grams of sugar in it, beer, fireball whiskey because it is absolutely delicious and where the hell was it during college?
But it started with a break up, totaled car, and something as simple as a move, but bad luck happens to the best of us, even someone like myself who preaches good habits all day long and has made a career from coaching. It always ends the same however, those damned ten or more pounds that make you hate yourself and clothes feel awful, and all the more reason to continue the viscous cycle of bad habits. This past January I weighed in at 125 lbs, and right now I am a whopping 142 lbs.
But that is all over now, I am making this turning point public for two reasons.
One I need to. I am coming clean. And two, I am not the only one who’s been here.Every day I will post what I am eating, my activity, how I feel and my results. I’m taking the power back and want to share it with those willing to read.
Goals: 125 lbs/ One hour of yoga everyday/ One hour of cardio 5 days a week/ Half hour or more of weightlifting three days a week.
Our bodies are amazing. Be grateful, take control, act with confidence and watch it respond in every way you want it to.
Day 1: Wake 8:30
Breakfast : Two hardboiled eggs, sans yolk. Arugula salad. (celery, walnuts, tomatoes, a touch of sesame oil, and an even smaller crumble of feta cheese)
Lunch : Turkey Chili Wrap. (Homemade turkey chili with organic meat, kidney beans and tomatoes, peppers, onions, garlic) topped off with more of that arugula salad. You will find that most of the food I make lasts a week, and that is how it should be for optimal nutrition.
Dinner: Just under 6 oz of Salmon cooked in a shit ton of siracha and a bit of soy sauce. In a pan on the stove. No skin. With sauteed cabbage, a little celtic sea salt and onions. Delicious.
I don’t think I have had enough water, as I was running errands all day and need to get back to my gallon a day. Water is a great way to get wash away toxins hanging around from my recent piss poor decisions. I am making up for it now as I write this, and will probably wake up in the middle of the night because of it 😉
Activity: I’ll never be at the gym on a Sunday, but I woke and did an hour of Yoga. Broke a sweat and already feel some soreness in my thighs when bending down to play with the dogs.
Before bed: 10 push ups, 10 v-ups x 3