I'm hanging in there. On Wednesday I saw an inspiration: Mark Sisson (author of multiple books including the recent "Primal Blueprint" and the website Mark's Daily Apple, which has turned into my homepage. He talked about food, dairy, post workout nutrition, life, antinutrients, and a whole lot more. What really resonated with me was a response to an honest issue. An Asian man asked what to do about rice. It doesn't fit tit the diet, but because of his culture it's everywhere and on everything.
Mark said, something like: "avoid it if you can but don't freak out about it. This is supposed to be a guideline for life. I wanted to make something that would be simple to follow, that you don't have to turn your life around to do."
Liberated. This morning, day 4 and on my way to the airport, I was running late. Instead of planning some sophisticated and measured meal, I grabbed two hard-boiled eggs, a half an avocado, and the last 7 blackberries. Bam. Done. AND within the guidelines. Here's my little pep talk: "Relax, Di. Do the best you can; it's a long road ahead."
Mid-day travel (my worst adherences are while drinking or traveling) and I haven't strayed once. Knowing that it's not a capital offense if I do helps me keep in line. Well, I'm off to eat lunch: bunless burger with onion and tomato and lettuce, sweet potato, and small side of guacamole... I love "dieting"!!
Friday, August 20
Tuesday, August 17
Day 1 again...
Here we are again. End of summer when I was going to "kick it in" with my exercise and eating, and I weigh more than I have in the last year; 12 more pounds than I did three months ago... that's a pound a week gained!
What happened, you may ask? Well, for one thing I stopped eating exercising consistently. I also have eaten more desserts recently than cummulatively in the last six months. Why on earth would I do these things after working so hard?? Well, #1: my dad passed. I turned into a little sad, stress case who medicates with sugar and simple carbs. We started planning memorial services instead of workouts, received dinners that others cooked us (very much not paleo), and I moved away from my beloved Crossfit.
That gym had become my place; the time every week that I carved out for myself and my sanity-- to see friends, to work out frustration, to learn something new about my self and my body. I feel like I've lost that, and in the midst of all I was going through it felt like one more sadness. My unfortunate habit is to eat when I am stressed. I have been stressed.
Today is Day ONE again. I stepped on the scale, and it said "147.5" I'm 5ft4. Nuh-uh. Tomorrow I am going to a seminar with the famous Mark Sisson. Time to stock up on more and new information, bust out some old favorites and get my a** back on track.
What happened, you may ask? Well, for one thing I stopped eating exercising consistently. I also have eaten more desserts recently than cummulatively in the last six months. Why on earth would I do these things after working so hard?? Well, #1: my dad passed. I turned into a little sad, stress case who medicates with sugar and simple carbs. We started planning memorial services instead of workouts, received dinners that others cooked us (very much not paleo), and I moved away from my beloved Crossfit.
That gym had become my place; the time every week that I carved out for myself and my sanity-- to see friends, to work out frustration, to learn something new about my self and my body. I feel like I've lost that, and in the midst of all I was going through it felt like one more sadness. My unfortunate habit is to eat when I am stressed. I have been stressed.
Today is Day ONE again. I stepped on the scale, and it said "147.5" I'm 5ft4. Nuh-uh. Tomorrow I am going to a seminar with the famous Mark Sisson. Time to stock up on more and new information, bust out some old favorites and get my a** back on track.
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