Saturday, March 1, 2014
Hard? Not Hard!
He-who-trains threw down a gauntlet. Even though I said I was going six months without a major case of wagon falling off (which starts today, by the way), that was apparently not enough of a challenge. He correctly pointed out that I've never really done meal plans-- which involves planning out every single thing that goes in my mouth for a week, and making sure my calories and ratios are correct. He ascertains that a food log (recording what I have eaten) is not nearly as effective as planning my meals out in advance, and then making sure I stick to it no matter what. He maintains that I'm not disciplined enough to do this, but he is mistaken. I sent him a week's worth of meal plans last night, which will take me Monday through Sunday. And it figures in lunch out with some town officials. It figures in a shopping day with my folks. It meets the guidelines he set out for me almost exactly, except I've eliminated anything that contains gluten, and gotten my carbs through other sources. He-who-trains thinks this is going to be hard for me, because of stress and a sometimes hard to predict schedule. But eating well is not hard. Not feeling well is hard. Not being in the body I want is hard.
Eating chicken and porkchops and apples and watermelons and other delicious things? So not hard.