Last week I met with a trainer, Leah (soon to be featured) who started out our session with an intense forty minute nutrition evaluation. She asked me what my goals are, and my standard response to this question has now become “I want to be ripped like Kelly Ripa”. Leah laughed, and she said “Okay, well what’s your specific goal?” To which I replied, “I want a six pack. Just one time in my life. That’s it. Just once. And then it can go away!” Note: This is the same trainer who made me unintentionally realize I’m a couch potato.
With my washboard abs goal on the table, Leah laid out what she believed it would take for me to achieve it–and it was all diet based. Get this–in two months, I could had the six pack of my dreams, if only I could:
- cut out carbs 100%
- cut out dairy 100%
- drink only water and iced tea
- cut out artificial sweeteners
Holy smokes. As she told me this via skype, I said to her “Wow. Okay, I can try!” but she said “Don’t try! Just do it!” So this whole weekend, I tried to just do it. The biggest changes I had to make were my breakfast and snacking habits. No more oatmeal pancakes, no more pb&j’s (ahhh!!!), no more cereal straight from the box. Adios crackers and hummus. Sionara greek yogurt.
Hello celery and peanut butter with a little cinnamon on top:
Hey there, orange cut up on a plate looking very seductive:
Other eats include eggs, eggs, and more eggs (really diggin’ them hard boiled with salt & pepper), grilled chicken with steamed veggies, tons of berries, raw walnuts and almonds, chicken sausage, and fish. I’ve been VERY hungry. I mean, I always am, but this time I find that I have to much more mindful of what I’m grabbing.
And then yesterday it occurred to me: am I on a diet? This is weird. Wow. I kind of am! It doesn’t really feel that way because it’s not like I don’t eat when I’m hungry, I’m just choosing other things (and a lot of them). But still, it is kind of diet-like. I said this to Dave when the light-bulb sprung on over my head, and he said t me “Look, the word ‘diet’ came to have such a negative connotation about restriction, but really diet just means ‘what you eat’, and now you’re just eating different things.” And he was right. And that made me feel better.
But then for some reason last night, all I wanted in this world was a hamburger. And let me tell you, I NEVER crave hamburgers. Mostly because I don’t really like them. Never have. Last night, though, it seemed to be the most appealing thing in the world to me. And before I knew it, Dave and I were at a bar on a Sunday night, scarfing down on these:
Courtesy of this place–which was one featured on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives:
The burgers were DIVINE. Totally hit the spot. It was charred on the outside, crazy juicy on the inside. And then this morning I made waffles.
No carbs fail is go. At least I haven’t had dairy?
P.S. I do have to say, that before the sudden jump off of the healthy-eating cliff, I was feeling wonderfully light, and I think it was mostly in my head. When you’re making the right food choices (whatever “right” means for you), you just feel good about yourself.
P.P.S. Those burger pictures are from yelp–I forgot to take a photo last night because I dove in head first.