So, I’m trying to morph into a healthier person. I’m not terribly unhealthy now—and while I wouldn’t mind fitting into the teeny black pants I bought in Paris in college, this isn’t really an effort to lose weight. I want to be fit. Rowing season is around the corner and if I don’t get my shit together it’s going to kick my ass.Did I mention that the other day I out with my friend L and we had beer and French fries for dinner? It’s true. Beer. And fries. Okay, fine, and two vodka tonics but it was happy hour so shut up.*
I’ve decided to keep track of everything I eat so I can see where I need to make modifications. I need to get back into my routine of working out, of course, which will be easier now that it’s not SNOWING outside. And, this is a big one, I have to stop eating late at night. I doesn’t seem like the time the calories enter your body should matter, but having a light dinner early feels so much better in the morning.
I signed up for a website with a food journal, fitness log, a nutrition calculator and a water-consumption tracker. You just make a profile, you can set a goal if you want (gain, lose, maintain, whatever), and then you put in what you eat and it makes up a cool little chart telling you how much more or less of stuff you need (how many grams of protein you’ve had so far that day and how many more you should eat before the end of the day), taking workouts into account.
I’ve heard food diaries are smart—they make you conscious of what you eat and do, which can be enough to help you realize what you need more of or need to cut back on. We’ll see how it goes.
Meanwhile, since I started my profile yesterday after lunch, I’d already had about 8 million grams of fat for the day and needed to eat a really light dinner. In class, of course, people brought in chocolates and chips, and I did not cave. They passed around bon bons. I didn't cave. All three painful hours of class trapped next to chips and french onion dip, I did not cave. At last, I got to go home, away from the magnetic pull of the chocolates Then SA came over with a giant pan of creamy, choclatey tiramisu made by his awesome-cook mother and handed me a fork. Evil, evil little man.
*And the amount of Easter candy I've eaten in the past week is obscene.
4 comments:
Oh, c'mon, admit it. You enjoyed every little bit of that tiramisu.
I recently ran across a quote by a Roman philosopher, Epictetus; “Bear in mind that you should conduct yourself in life as at a feast.”
I think it means enjoy your life by eating lots. Or maybe live life abundantly. Or perhaps partake of everything that comes your way.
My preferred interpretation is the first one.
And, was is Jefferson who said that God invented beer because he loves us? Ghandi? The Dhali Lama?
Yeaaahhh.
No matter how much self control I have (or don't), I can't stoop to eating diet foods. I'd rather have one little hunk of real chocolate or gourmet cheese than a truckload of snackwells.
Oh man, am I with you on the Easter candy. But I don't regret one bite!
are you insinuating that beer and french fries for dinner is a bad thing? that sounds like my daily diet.
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