Monday, June 11, 2007
so much for my healthy eating plan
So I've been working out with a trainer for a good three months now, and would anyone like to know how much weight I've lost. Yeah, that'd be none. In fact, I put on two pounds the first month, lost the same two pounds the second month, and have maintained that weight for the third. I've lost several inches (an inch here, two inches there) all over my body with the exception of my thighs, which, contrary to all logic, keep getting bigger. But my weight and my body mass index remain the same. This makes no sense to me. Last year, I lost twenty pounds. Twenty. Like that. And all I did was walk a measly 2-3 miles a few times a week. I'm now walking anywhere from 3-9 miles a few times a week paired with strength training (aka Torture by Cynthia), and I haven't lost an ounce. So last week, after taking my measurements, Cynthia says it's time to kick it up and get really serious about my diet. "My diet's not that bad," I say. She asks what about the tres leches cake.
Oh right. That.
I tell her the problem is not that I can't help myself from eating bad stuff. The problem is that I'm a bad planner, which we've known all along. If I had a pantry full of healthy things to eat at work, I'd eat them. But I forget to buy them, or else I buy them and then forget to bring them with me. So when I get hungry at work (which is inevitable since I am here every day for at least 6 hours), I just eat what's available, which is generally cake, cookies, chips, etc. She says I need to work on that.
So. I bought some bananas, some pistachios and some grapes. I ate the bananas and the pistachios at work last week for my mid-morning/mid-afternoon snacks. I ate the grapes mostly at home, but I did pack some to take out and about some days. Well the bananas are gone, and what's left of the pistachios is at home, but I brought the remainder of the grapes to work today. Look at me being SO healthy. Unfortunately, when I went downstairs just now to have some of them, I found that they'd gone sour! The first one, I thought, might have just been a fluke, but when I gagged on the second one (and had to spit it out, which I never do), I knew the whole bunch had gone bad.
So I had a piece of cake. Hey, a girl's got to eat.
Oh right. That.
I tell her the problem is not that I can't help myself from eating bad stuff. The problem is that I'm a bad planner, which we've known all along. If I had a pantry full of healthy things to eat at work, I'd eat them. But I forget to buy them, or else I buy them and then forget to bring them with me. So when I get hungry at work (which is inevitable since I am here every day for at least 6 hours), I just eat what's available, which is generally cake, cookies, chips, etc. She says I need to work on that.
So. I bought some bananas, some pistachios and some grapes. I ate the bananas and the pistachios at work last week for my mid-morning/mid-afternoon snacks. I ate the grapes mostly at home, but I did pack some to take out and about some days. Well the bananas are gone, and what's left of the pistachios is at home, but I brought the remainder of the grapes to work today. Look at me being SO healthy. Unfortunately, when I went downstairs just now to have some of them, I found that they'd gone sour! The first one, I thought, might have just been a fluke, but when I gagged on the second one (and had to spit it out, which I never do), I knew the whole bunch had gone bad.
So I had a piece of cake. Hey, a girl's got to eat.
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