The Body For Life experiment was, sadly, a bust. Not because it’s a useless program – it’s not. It’s brilliant … but only if your metabolism isn’t acutely sensitive to carbohydrates.
You know. As in Marvin the paranoid android. Hitch-hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Life. Don’t talk to me about life. Because if you did, you’d get a mouthful of blue language.
Well, I’m proud to announce that I stuck to my guns for the first week of the 12 week transformation challenge!
So, I love to cook. I love to feed people. But since this is a blog, I guess I’ll just have to enjoy cooking for you guys vicariously!
In keeping with the current focus on healthy eating and weight loss, I’m going to be posting my favourite ‘good food’ recipes. And to balance the scales I’ll also post my favourite ‘naughty but nice’ recipes, for the planned free meal that’s part of the program.
Interested? Read on …
I started Body for Life today. It’s not the first time I’ve looked at doing the program. The last time I tried it I was working outside the home and organising everything got to be too much hassle. Plus the job didn’t really allow for frequent meal breaks. This time is different, because I’m completely in charge of my own schedule.
Well, I’m crawling my way back to a routine. Got thrown by my stupid cervical spine being difficult. But after yet more physio (which is ongoing) and deep tissue massage (ow ow ow and also ongoing) plus chiro work (a never-ending saga) I’m back on the treadmill and able to think straight about food and cooking and all that stuff.
Here’s what is happening …
I have to tell you (like you didn’t already know!) that this whole getting fit, losing weight thang is sometimes tedious and even overwhelming. Sometimes it feels like all we’re ever doing is denying ourselves, saying no, focusing on what we can’t have (often) even though we really want it. (Yes, Lindt chocolate balls, I’m looking at you … sob …)
Here’s what I do when I’m desperate need of inspiration …
So I’m back at it, being terribly terribly cautious. I really hate being cautious. I want to throw myself back into the whole working out thang …
Honestly, I think I’m turning into some kind of joke. I mean, first it was liver stones, then it was a couple of slipped lumbar discs, and last week it was some kind of whacko virus that attacked one lymph node in my neck and flattened me for five days.
Is this a hint I should give up my quest for fitness?
Because just when you think it’s safe to go back in the water … your lumbar discs go on strike yet again!
So, I got derailed, fitness-wise. Yet again. I swear, if I had a dollar for every time I’ve had to take a deep breath and start over … I’d have a lot of bloody dollars, I’ll tell you that!
Some weirdo whacko virus, apparently, that’s been kicking the crap out of my liver for over a week and left me like roadkill. Seriously. Bleaaagghhh.
I’ll try to keep these fitness posts to one a week or so, but something significant happened this morning.
Anyone who knows me knows I’m what you might call an all-or-nothing type. Feast or famine. Pedal-to-the-metal or sitting in the garage. In other words, the finding of moderation and balance continues to be an ongoing challenge.
But I think, at long last, I might be on the right track …
I don’t think it’s possible to underestimate the importance of incorporating some healthy movement into our daily lives. Humans, like pretty much every other mammal on the planet, were not designed to be sedentary.
Which brings us to the exciting topic of joining gyms, or not …
In which I make an interesting discovery …
And Monday dawns. Week 3 of my quest to shed the flab and regain the fit. I have dropped a few pounds, according to the scales, my tight jeans are a bit looser and I can see the shadowy hint of arm, thigh and shoulder muscles sliding beneath the blob. But it seems there can’t ever be a step forward without at least half a step back, so …
So, for the purposes of this exercise, I am a horse.
No. Really. Just let me explain.
So, this is a bit different. Well – for me, it’s a bit different. Being an introverted writer and what you’d call pretty bloody private, talking about personal stuff is a Very Big Deal and for the most part I just don’t. But then I thought about some of the blogs I like to read, and how brave and sharing those bloggers are, so I thought … okay. I’ll give it a go.
But to spare those of you who aren’t interested in one writer’s journey back to physical fitness, I shall now go behind the cut!