My RSN course was so intense, my fitness dropped off. The miracle of not gaining weight despite the number of bree-stuffed panini and slices of chocolate cake that were eaten was due to the fact that I ate light breakfast, big lunch, no dinner. While that was going on, my fitness gains were fading.
A week ago Wednesday night, home from Embroidery Boot Camp, I got a call at home from Captain Energy, my personal trainer. He was confirming todays appointment. He also asked me how I was doing. Being a good Catholic, I was overcome with guilt and immediately confessed the sins of sloth and gluttony. He "ahh"-ed and "hmm"ed and then commented that I hadn't been in the gym in 9 days. I think it was really 7 or 8 since the previous visit happened around midnight the week before. However, he checks on me. I'm his "star" victim. Oh boy. I had one week to get my rear end back into fighting form. F sat on the sofa and laughed at me. Where's a NERF dart gun when you need one? ( Making up for Lost Ground )
Nutrition-wise, I'm rebooting this week. Last year I developed a ton of bad habits. Since then I've been able to tweak my diet and build in some good habits, but I have not made much progress on losing the unwanted weight. So I started ramping up last weekend and went "hard core" Monday. I have been logging, reframing, packing lunch, etc for months and I've been working out. My problem is that part of my brain wasn't in the game; I'm really good at negotiating bad foods into my plan and eating just enough to not gain anymore since I'm running so much.
Starting Monday the only carbs I've had come from vegetable or quinoa (high fiber grain which many nutrition writers will say is the "best grain ever" or something like that). My protein has been from legumes. I'm eating 7-9 portions of fruit and veg a day and I'm also consuming low-fat dairy. I'm taking nutrition supplements and I'm also getting enough calories a day (I'm tracking to also make sure I'm not starving myself). I'm also not touching junk food and what I mean is that I'm not physically making contact with it. If the kids want something that I know I can't have and which I know is a trigger food, I give them verbal direction and I'm not making physical contact with it. I can't eat it if I'm not touching it. (Well, we know that's not technically true, but that's what I tell myself and I won't chew through the cardboard package for the cookies. Not yet, anyway.).
Along those lines, I sauteed chard this week. I can't believe how easy and tasty it was. The recipe called for a little bit of butter. The smell of the cooking butter almost made me pass out from gluttonous anticipation. There was a phrase in "Julie and Julia" where Meryl Streep (Julia Child) made some statement about the wonders of cooking with lots and lots of butter. I think my favorite red head has also commented on this. I didn't get it before, but I totally get it now. Even if you can't taste it (since I have the tastebuds of a barbarian and delicate flavors are lost on me), it smells divine. I start drooling just thinking about it. I could happily brown butter while eating something else just to let my nose soak up the flavors.
Tomorrow night: sauteed bok choy.
I think between the looming race (July 11) and a week of sloth and gluttony really inspired me to get on track. Honestly, I can't even look at cake right now and feel any cravings. Regardless of why or how, I'm glad I'm back in my zone.