I’m now on the official road to recovery. I found myself heading at breakneck speed to a big town called ‘Heftyville’, and so now I have firmly put the car in reverse and am heading back home to ‘Big-Boned but Athletic City’!
I may not be able to move my arms, shrug my shoulders or scrub my back right now, but I’m back on the “Lean & Fit” way of life. The diet, however, is 70% of the battle, and in our current – Big Mac I’m Lovin’ It’ – world, eating lean protein, green leafy veggies, and avoiding salt, sugar and saturated fat (I mean, SERIOUSLY) is like asking a dehydrated man trapped in the desert not to drink when offered a big, icy glass of cold water. It’s truly a mental and physiological feat.
So what can a gal do? Well, one thing that worked last time I dropped all my weight was to avoid night time snacking by indulging in a long, slow, full glass of red wine. I nurse this thing each night for as long as possible so that all of a sudden I will look up and it will be bedtime. Or at least that’s the theory. But right now, I am really hungry and there is a big bag of nachos and some salsa SCREAMING my name.
But I digress. Some workouts, some beach volleyball and even some swim workouts at lunch, paired with some BETTER eating, and this should work.
However it feels like a prison sentence sometimes to know that my metabolism, as it slows down, means I can’t just eat for desire and flavour and enjoyment. Eating is now a science to be studied and followed, and straying will result in other, less desirable outcomes. Sad. So brutal.
But I’m gonna do it, and I’m gonna look HOT, right?
I want some chips…