I have been eating and drinking nothing but bacon and beer for the last six hours.
Ok ok, just kidding! Ha, I just knew you were thinking “I told you so!!” Alas, ye of little of faith, I have prevailed! I am now at week four of the new diet and I have started thinking of this regimen as “life” rather than “change.” I have no cravings for carbs, or processed foods, or going out for a Buffalo Wild Wing run. Having a drink here and there and boy, amazing what happens to your tolerance when you take a break. One beer now and I’m like a New Orlean’s nun during Mardis Gras with plenty of cash and fresh out of faith.
What am I actually eating? Well, lots of avocados for one. They go well with pretty much anything as a side. Or as a spread. Just a sprinkle of some sea salt and a dash of lemon juice. Plenty of baked chicken. LOTS of veggies, like spinach, kale, carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, zucchini, and bell peppers. As for fruits, mainly bananas, kiwis, blueberries, and mangoes. Finally, plenty of healthy fats like sardines, almonds, cashews, and coconut oil, MCT oil, and ghee butter. I’m still on the fence about the “bulletproof” coffee. At least I don’t have to use chapstick after my morning joe…. If I am in a jam, I grab an Rx bar and a ziplock full of almonds to go. Not salted, just plain roasted.
Desert is either a glass of wine, some almond butter on a flat pretzel cracker, or dried, unsugared mangoes from Natural Grocer. Oh my God. These things are going in my special needs bag. Heck, these things are going in my coffin when I get cremated 110 years from now. You should go get some. Right now. Go on, I’ll wait.
Alright, now that we have our mangoes, let’s talk about what I have noticed. Well, more energy, better sleep, better clarity, and increased productivity. Whats that? Oh…. you want to know what happened to my weight? Tsk tsk, some much focus on the scale. Looking at the scale is like watching a train go by. You just can’t help but wonder if at any moment the tons of steel will derail your day right in front of you. Weight loss wasn’t really my goal, but I’ll just say you might want to watch your step in Kalispell cuz you might trip over some of the pounds I’ve apparently dropped off somewhere. Of course, that might have something to do with the new training plan that is kicking my ass like The Hulk fresh out of Xanax, but who knows.
I’m not going to bog down the blog with training details. Those days are done for. But I will just say that Purple Patch is working me in ways that I’ve never felt before. Got a nifty functional strength program from that’s helping me change from a running rubber band to the T-1000 (Terminator 2!) Also got some new ride types to speed things up. The up close and personal coaching certainly motivates me to get going and cuts down on the mental drain. And yep, I’m still keeping a smile on my face about all that suffering. I know triathlon is not my whole life, and it has about as much chance of putting food on the table as Blair Walsh kicking for Seattle next year (wait….ok, so I guess it could theoretically put food on the table, so actually more chance than Blair kicking for Seattle). I’m still just trying my best each day in every way. It’s fun watching some progress. And smelling like a pool all the time.
Tomorrow, it’s a short ride session and then it’s off to cross-training, aka snowboarding, aka falling down multiple times while strapped to a board. Comfort zones…no thanks…I’ll use my upgrade to torture zone please.
There is that show It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Well, after today I may just start believing it. Today, I went for what I will call a six mile jog in Philly. In shorts. With a sleeveless technical shirt on. And no, this wasn’t some sort of new training experiment where you try to freeze your limbs off. It was a high of 72 today. In December!!
With the warm temps, I couldn’t resist getting outside for a run. The treadmill and I have had only a lukewarm relationship this year. I was so desperate in fact that I ignored that heavy brick in my stomach that was comprised of three fish tacos and a Dark Horse 4 Elf (meh…) I called lunch.
To cut to the chase, yeah that was a really bad idea. One mile in and I was huffing and ready to recycle lunch into an appetizer. So instead of hitting the paces, I just jogged around like a tourist. Of course, with my hotel being near the art museum and having just abused my family by watching Rocky, I headed over to the steps again.
Despite playing the tug of war that is near puke inducing nausea, it was an enjoyable 6 miles in Philly and along the river. It has been too long.
Overall, my life has been a roller coaster of emotion. On Wed, there was a whole two hours on an airplane where I thought I had failed a HUGE certification exam that I have been training for in Philly for the last two years. Turn outs, it was a computer glitch. A computer glitch!!! Anyhow, while it is great to be on the complete other side of the chasm (ie I passed with flying colors), my brain has been through one hell of a ride over the past few days. Fortunately, now my life can return to some normalcy, consisting of working, loving, learning, and training in a different flavor. Time for a new chapter in life.
In anticipation of this week, I have been ramping things up for triathlon again. Got in a few good rides up to two hours this week. Long run is up to 8. Even sought out the local gym for a swim. I went to a place called Sweat Fitness; you get free access by being a guest at the very cool and well located Le Meridien in Philly. (Seriously, check this place out. Clean, chic design, and great food and drink in the lobby) The gym has a pretty unique setup. Very tight, but something charming about the urban feel of it. The pool was a therapy pool and the bobbing thermometer confirmed what I felt when I jumped in….a balmy 85 degrees. Plus the shallow end was shallow enough for a kid to stand up in and pee into the wind. At least I got to practice exiting a swim onto a beach.
Okay, back to Montana and reality tomorrow!