The only reason I'm writing about this is because I feel so much better today than I did on Tuesday. When I look back, the week started with a hiss and a roar with a 10km run and a couple of great weights sessions. But alas, that was in the 'old days'....back when I started my day with a bowl of beautifully soaked rolled oats and plump sultanas...maybe a little dollop of yoghurt and even a sweet square or two of banana..mmmmmmm.
By Tuesday things had changed and it was time to finally and fully implement my brand new nutrition plan. So I had a choice of a protein smoothy, or eggs whites (1 yolk) and fruit salad. I chose the eggs-who wouldn't? And at 7am on Tuesday, I had full intentions of cooking the worlds most bland eggs and sprinkling some nutritious chia and flax meal over them, maybe even go a little out-there with a dash of salt & pepper, and wash it all down with a 1/2 cup of fruit salad.
That is until 7.05am when the ensuite floor drain started overflowing at an alarming rate, and my 9 year old daughter began mercilesly nagging me to straighten her hair for her first day of school, and my youngest cherub wouldn't be budged out of a ridiculously huge school uniform ... he's 3!!!! (note: we actually had to arrive at school with him all uniformed up!) So, in between arguing about hair, trying to prise oversized clothes off, and desperately mop up litres of tepid, milky water, I ditched the eggs idea and went with a smoothie. While I'm the first to admit that a smoothie tastes good, it would have tasted even better if I'd had my oats as an entree.
So I spent the whole of Tuesday morning feeling 'a little out of sorts'. Others may label it as 'shitty' or 'cranky' or 'having a faced like a smacked bum'. I prefer 'out of sorts' - it's kinder. By morning tea time I was less than ready to tuck into lentils and tuna, but they tasted great....yep they did....absolutely....maybe...I.'ve actually tasted better....maybe needed a bit more salt!
Honestly, it would be fair to say that I'm balking a little at the changes. And then I thought a bit more about everyone else in the world who has ever been thrust into a new form of eating and how hard it is. Firstly, it just grates being told what to do. Secondly, taking away comfort food (even if it is perfectly healthy), doesn't even seem fair! On the upside, I believe I am suddenly more empathetic in this area and that can't be a bad thing.
So I have decided, before I lose any good friends who are probably SICK TO DEATH of hearing my moans, I'm going to shut up and eat up! A positive attitude will honestly make grilled, dry chicken taste better. And who needs sauce anyway????? I've been through some of the stages of food grief (ie anger at the injustice of it all, teary at the thought of not having a full fat yoghurt treat each night, and a bit of depression that party food is something of the past for the next 9 months) and I'm back on this ride again. I'm all chia-seeded up and dangerous!!! Chlorophyll is my friend. Magnesium powder keeps my joints happy. And Fish Oil only tastes really bad if you burp!! That's the way Kirst!!!
On the training front, all is good. I've noticed a distinct increase in the weights I'm lifting and my attitude has been really good. The workouts are a bit longer than usual (a solid 70-90mins rather than my snappy 1 hour), and I'm not able to indulge in quite so much cardio, but I'm putting trust in Sammy and actually doing as I'm told.
And then today, after a hard week, I was treated with a situation that made me actually laugh out loud. I left home at 8am, took my children to school, chatted with some of the teachers, arrived at the YMCA for work, conducted a one hour PT session, left work and went to the butcher, checked in at the hairdressers regarding an appt on Saturday, met up with friends for coffee, went to Woolies to do some shopping and finally arrived home for a nice quiet hour before getting ready to head out again to pick up children from school. It was at this point, and only this point, that I noticed I had my cool little Lorna Jane skort on inside out. For the whole day!!!!!!!!! I'm so embarrassed!!! HAHAHA!!!!
Hi Kirsten, I love reading your stories! Sounds like hard work - good on you, you're an inspiring woman all round. Would love to see B in his oversized uniform - too cute!! Nate did the same but it was weipa school pants, so it didn't look like a uniform down here. Love to you all Paula xx
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