Or your lover, psychologist, or the answer to whatever has your panties in a bunch. It is nourishment for your body, sustenance to keep you alive, and that is all it is. Unfortunately, very few of us eat as if this is true. We are conditioned from birth to view and approach food as anything but basic to survival. Constant bombardment from slick marketing ads, social events meticulously planned around eating (think barbeques, picnics, work/holiday/birthday celebrations, etc.), behavior rewarded with food-especially those in the 'Comfort' category-portion sizes that are beyond necessary, easy accessibility and dirt-cheap, and all sorts of additives to make food look more enticing and even addictive-do you see what you're up against when you decide to stop the insanity of unhealthy eating? Remember, I really don't like to use the word diet, just carries too many negative connotations.
Everyone eats more than they should at some point. Food tastes good! It may even feel impossible to enga...
Boobs are overrated. Easy to say for someone that has them (Meaning, as a woman. I'm sure a man thinks otherwise.). This may seem like a peculiar way to introduce the After-After photos I promised to deliver at just over 6 months into my transformation journey. However, once again-it is a case-in-point: there is still no such thing as spot reducing! While my trifecta of misery exists no longer, my thighs continue a solo performance so steadfast, I believe I will nickname them my 'Hachi's.' Remember the story of this Akita, who loyally awaited the return of his dead master for 9 years, never leaving the train station where they last saw each other? Well, my thighs have that same sense of allegiance. Still, I am so very excited to share the latest results! First things first-the STATISTICS:
Your guess is as good as mine! Every month, there's another diet/fitness book touting 'breakthrough' advances promising the Golden Key to the City of Fit Forever! Here are a few teasers that you may have seen and I'll break them down for you:
The 'Flat Belly Yoga, No-Crunch Workout'
Promises to deliver a sexy belly in just weeks (er, how many?) without doing a single sit up. Of course, you will have to do other work, but none of the annoying crunch kind. It requires a mat, a minimum of 15 minutes per session and a DVD player so you can insert the DVD you must BUY in order to follow along.
Pros: Improves posture, body awareness, can relieve arthritic pain, improves flexibility, over-all tone.
Cons: You have to get up and move. You will have to make changes to your diet and then you will have to stick to your diet.
Or, alternatively-you can just do like this guy did (yes, I mean the one on the right). But, I don't think hottie on the left did the no-crunch yoga approach.
One of my bodybuilding friends recently shared details about a 'cheat' meal he had indulged in that had included fries. I told him that I would have been thrilled just to smell his breath after that meal and while I haven't had the desire to cheat-eat lately, a part of me was extremely envious that men can handle the occasional diet slip-up much easier than women. As my mind began to do a full-tilt towards all the injustices women are subjected to, I got a phone call that snapped me back to reality in a nano-second, replete with utter dread and a racing pulse: the caller ID displayed my mother's husband's name. They never call me; this could only be bad news. Gist of the call-my mother has severe Alzheimer's and cannot be left alone (as in AT ALL, EVER), her husband is the only caregiver, and now concerned about his own expiration date. I asked if there were arrangements made for her care and after a few moments of painful silence, the word NO hit me like a freight train. Without hesit...
I knew this would happen and I suppose I should be flattered. A family member contacted me, saying that she finally had a chance to check out my last set of progress photos-she was impressed and now she would have to read my blog to see how I did it. Oh no! That's not the kind of blog this is! I haven't posted my daily diet (who really wants to read about that) or my workouts. I have included information about them, but there isn't a road map for how I've come this far. And my dear sweet niece, if that is what you are hoping to find here, then I am about to disappoint you. But I couldn't be happier! What?! Yes-because if you finally feel compelled to look for what worked for me then I hope you will see what is happening between the lines of what I've written so far. It hasn't been about diet or exercise. Please tell me you KNOW diets don't work. I think our little fat cells actually start to laugh at us as soon as we go shopping and they see the typical diet-fare going into the grocery...
Actually, this is Jennifer. She has been my gym crush for a few years now, my real-life inspiration. This oh-so-gorgeous lady is very focused and a damn hard worker and oh! I love that in a woman! No fear! Such a beautiful thing! There are a lot of women in the gym but it takes a real winner to inspire me and because of this lady, I made the decision to get serious about what I was doing with my diet. The gym has never been an issue for me - I love weight training and feel miserable when I can't. But, I have been a terrible eater for most of my life, abusing my body with the yo-yo dieting approach, suffering through bulimia for many years and then just transitioning to binge eating. After 30+ years of this insanity, my belief that I would ever be able to change my eating habits was pretty much non-existent. Never stopped training and thank God, I'm not a quitter. But my dreams were dying because I was losing hope. That is the most horrible feeling there is.
With my 11 day break finally here, I thought I would catch up on sleep and take a stab at eliminating the bags and dark circles appearing under my eyes. Well, it sounded like a plan but 7 days into MY time and this is how it's gone:
Day 1: Up at 6 am to make it to auto appointment, then to gym, then 12 stops before finally heading home. Took 45 minutes to unload the vehicle (no elevator and there are 3 flights of stairs) and put everything away and living in SoFlo means spending a LOT of time in traffic, all the extra little things that take more time than I plan for so that by the time I finish unpacking, doing laundry, cleaning and cooking, the first day off is gone. And no extra sleep time yet...and it didn't feel like a day off!
Day 2: Jury duty! Hurray! Something else to get up early for! And I forgot to get gas. I was literally on fumes. The courthouse is in my neighborhood (3.8 miles away) but it still took 32 minutes to get there (rush hour in Ft. Lauderdale) and of course, I...