If you recall, the turtle kicked the hare’s ass

I drove by Taco Bell today and gagged. Physically gagged. Less than six months ago, I would have battled the overwhelming urge to drive through and get a Crunchwrap supreme. While 75 percent of my reaction was based on the Bell’s recent ingredient exposure (http://www.bnet.com/blog/food-industry/taco-bell-8217s-latest-delusional-defense-of-its-822088-beef-8221/2599?tag=content;drawer-container), I attribute the remaining 25 percent to my new foodie ways.

I’ve decided that I’m going about this weight loss business all wrong. Well, not all wrong. But I’m expecting far too much out of myself. One minute I say that slow and steady wins a size six, the next I’m berating myself for a lack of motivation. I’ve lost around 10 pounds in seven weeks. That’s healthy. I shouldn’t be upset about this. Let’s be real – I’m not exactly starving myself or spending hours in the gym. I am, however, laying the foundation for portion control and regular exercise.

I’ve done the crash diets. I lost 12 pounds in two weeks doing the South Beach. I’ve dropped five pounds in three days on multiple juice fasts. I know how to lose weight quickly. But if that worked, I wouldn’t be here right now. What I started – nay, what Tracy Anderson inadvertently started – is my diet revolution. I’ve never taken my nutrition to this level before and I’m convinced that, in the end, it’s going to pay off. So, I’m giving myself a break. I’m gaining a new appreciation for food (and black coffee) each day and, in time, that’s going to translate into a healthy and fabulous weight.

Take that, Jenny Craig.

Rachel Ray ain’t got nothin’ on me

I think that all the good karma I accumulate surfaces in the kitchen. There’s no logical reason the things I cook – especially considering how I cook, what with my trusty pan and all – should turn out as delicious as they do. I don’t follow recipes, I don’t measure, I add spontaneous ingredients and I never cook anything for the amount of time that I’m supposed to. Yet, it all turns out five-star worthy. Mind you, it rarely looks good. If they had a blindfolded episode of Top Chef, though, I could dominate.

I’ve been watching “I Used to be Fat” to stay motivated on my journey. At the beginning, it worked. Definitely made me want to stick it out. Now, though, it has less of an effect. I’ve thought a lot about it, and they should produce “I Used to be Larger than I Should Have Been, But Still Attractive and Fit Enough That I Could Not Motivate Myself to Lose Weight” next.

That is, yet again, the issue I’m running into. I don’t get winded walking up stairs. I can shop in “normal” stores. I have never been called out on my weight (at least, not to my face). I have pretty teeth and shiny hair. So, let’s be real. It’s hard to maintain motivation when it doesn’t feel like it’s necessary to lose weight. My motivation comes in waves, and I would really like it to be more of a steady waterfall. Yes, they have tips for maintaining motivation in health magazines and online; however, if you’re not internally motivated, you’re going to struggle.

A huge part of it is the weather. I have no issue getting out, moving and eating right when the sun is shining and I have places to be. But as soon as this gray, cold, “wintry mix” business kicks in, forget about it. Why would I drive on treacherous roads to the gym when I could be curled up in my apartment watching Jersey Shore re-runs?

Bottom line: I’m still eating right, but at times I’m still eating too much. I’m still working out, but not on a regular enough basis. Until I get both things in check, my weight’s staying right where it is and, ultimately, I know that’s not where I want to be. If Mother Earth and Father Sky would just get on my level, I think my motivation problem would be solved. Until then, my goal is to lose five pounds before Fake Patty’s in two weeks. I think having a target will help me get back on track.

Here we go!

Day 30

I did it!

Actually…I didn’t. I didn’t stick to the Tracy Anderson diet and, for the last week, haven’t stuck with her work outs. So, for all intensive purposes, I failed my 30 day challenge. Yet I feel surprisingly accomplished.

Somewhere along the way, my goals changed. I no longer wanted to drop 20 pounds as quickly as possible. Don’t get me wrong – that would be awesome. But my priorities shifted. My attitude about food has just about done a 180.

I think the reason dieting doesn’t work, and hasn’t worked for me in the past, is because you have to treat food as the enemy. If you’re not eating salads and lean meats, you’re doing it wrong. I always felt like, regardless of whether or not I was enjoying the salads and lean meats, I was being deprived a “normal” menu and “good” food.

Here’s the thing. There are frozen veggie burgers that taste better than the processed, ammonia-rinsed McDonald’s beef patties. There are soda-flavored drinks made from carbonated water and agave nectar that won’t shred your stomach. There are soups, cake mixes and frozen meals with a tenth of the sodium their traditional counterparts have.

Over the last 30 days, I’ve realized that what I care about more than anything is what I’m putting into my body. Yes, I slipped up and ate half a pan of brownies. But they were organic. Even in my stress-induced binge, even knowing I was eating something I “shouldn’t”, I made the ingredients a priority. In my mind, that’s the first step.

People today don’t care what’s going into their mouths and bodies. Most of our food is made behind a drive-thru window or in the back of a restaurant. We’ve become so detached from our food that, when it comes to losing weight, all we can focus on is calorie counting and easy fixes. Yes, eating only salads and chicken will lead to weight loss. But how long will that last? You’re not addressing the real issue, you’re simply covering it up with the tried and true diet band aid.

I love food. The thought of a life without the occasional brownie, soda or queso (yes, there’s even a healthy version of this) is enough to send me running into the nearest Burger King. But what I’m learning is – there’s no reason to do that. Here’s how I see it:

Step One: Connect to your food. Understand what you’re putting into your body. Focus on how certain foods make you feel. Realize that food truly is fuel – but that doesn’t mean you have to eat like an Olympic athlete in training. Indulging occasionally, but on foods with natural ingredients, won’t derail your diet or your health.

Step Two: If you bounce, and do not thud, you don’t need a step two. But for the rest of us, there’s a step two. Once you make the connection – food, mind, and body – it’s time to focus on weight loss. This is where tried and true comes into play. There is no easy fix. It’s cardio, weight training, lots of water and good food. Since you’ve got the food part down, portion control is your only challenge.

That’s it. I could go into greater detail, but the bottom line is, it’s simple. Connect to your food, stop seeing it as an enemy or something forbidden, and make your body a priority. Once I changed the way I thought about nutrition and what I was putting into my body, I stopped craving processed and fast food. Part of that, mind you, is actually not eating processed and fast food. Eating it will only keep the bad stuff in and make you crave more.

So, I’m about 75% through with step one. In the last week, I had moments where I turn to “processed” food. However, the beauty of my process is that the steps can coincide. I’ve upped my workouts and am working on portion control. However, I’m not holding myself to an impossible standard, because I recognize that I haven’t fully completed step one.

Basically, I’m a genius, and have solved all dieting woes. And if that’s not true, well, I’m at least starting to feel like I’ve solved mine.

Day 23

One week to go.

The thing is – and I don’t think I was trying to fool anyone – I didn’t really do Tracy’s 30 Day plan. I did her workouts but I did my own cardio. I ate some of her recipes but I added my own flavor. To maintain some of the program’s integrity, however, I have gone without coffee, soda, or anything (super) processed. I have to add the (super) because I’m not sure what to consider processed anymore. I’ve been focusing on eating things with less than five ingredients and I’ve done my best to make sure those ingredients are natural (not corn syrup. I don’t care what those pro-corn syrup commerials say, anything manufactured can’t be good for you).

Moral of this post? I’m not stopping at 30.

However, at 31 days, I’m absolutely having a cup of coffee. But I’m not putting Splenda in it. That is one habit I am happy to give up.

Day 21

Weigh in day…went about as I expected. I gained two pounds from last week and lost one inch (I’m not sure how that works?)

Not good – time to get my game face back on!

Day Twenty

There appears to be a direct correlation between the success of my diet and the amount of my blog entries. Apparently, it’s easy to blog when it’s sunshine and Slimfast. Not so much when you’re chasing  Chipotle brownies with sticks of butter, crying cross-legged on the kitchen floor.

That didn’t actually happen. Well, the brownies happened. It’s all a bit of a blur…a big, chocolate, organic mixture of deliciousness and guilt.

When the going gets tough, I tend to get eating. This past week and the next are insanely stressful and – I know one of Tracy’s 16 ab muscles will twinge at this – dieting just isn’t my top priority. However, my health is, and I don’t want to just jump off the wagon. Never fear, this story does not end in McDonalds wrappers and cookie dough.

I’m not going to make excuses. This past week I ate more than I should have and the brownie incident of 2011 will be one for the books. But, I have to say, what I did eat was still a million times better than what I would have eaten three weeks ago. I’m much more conscious about what I’m putting into my body. How much I’m putting in is still a work in progress. Obviously, it’s all still a work in progress, or we wouldn’t be here and Tracy would be out $24.99.

But part of this “journey” (so cliché but let’s be real, it is what it is) is making mistakes. I’m not going to lose five pounds each week, and that’s ok. However, I do need to keep myself in check. My overconfidence – it’s basically the opposite of body dysmorphic disorder, I think Mike “The Situation” has it as well – can be a real hinderance to all of this.

So, I’ve come up with a mantra for the week.

“Self, I know that you think you are fablicious, and that the boys simply cannot handle this jelly. The problem is, there is more jelly than necessary. You can’t see that because you are blinded by an overabundance of awesomeness, but trust me, there is room for improvement. Just try on your jeans and you will believe me. Also, you have very white teeth, and that is a positive thing. Kudos on the brushing.”

Confucius once said that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. (Note: If Tracy had her way, it would begin with a cardio routine and less than 1,000 calories a day) I have taken several steps and I won’t let a not-so-stellar week bring me down. Bring on tomorrow’s weigh in.

Day Fourteen

Weigh in day!

Only lost 1 pound this week. But, that makes my total weight loss in two weeks 9 pounds, which I’m ok with. I lost an additional 9.75 inches this week, bringing my total inches lost to a whopping 28.25.

Next week I’m going to up the cardio (meaning – actually do cardio). Goal for next weigh in: 3 pounds. Slow and steady wins the race, my friends!

Day Thirteen

Lately, I’m having a hard time remembering to count the days. When I first started, I could barely wait for 24 hours to pass so I could say I held out one day more. But now? It’s just becoming a habit. Working out every day is still a struggle, but I’m seeing such results that it’s hard to not motivate myself.

In fact, I’ve developed a muscle in my butt that I’m absolutely astounded by. It’s in the upper portion and was, up until a couple of days ago, nonexistent. Now I can’t stop feeling it. Is it strange that I can’t keep my hands off my ass? Possibly. Would you be doing the same thing if you were me? Yes. Of that I am sure.

I’ve gone on diets before but I’ve never cut out processed food, caffeine and sugar at the same time. I truly think that is what’s making this time different from all the failures before it. While the first week was killer, and I’ve certainly had my weak moments since, I’m actually thinking differently about food. I don’t crave pizza, coffee or ranch dressing anymore. In fact, those things don’t sound good at all.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a foodie. I enjoy eating, and that’s something that’s  never going to change. But in less than two weeks I’ve switched my cravings from processed and sugary foods to hummus, red peppers and fruit. I don’t want a Chipotle burrito – I want tuna on pita and steamed spinach.

This probably sounds crazy. I wouldn’t believe it possible if I wasn’t actually living it right now. But all the research says it’s true. Processed foods (things made out of enriched flour, corn syrup and all those words no one can pronounce), caffeine, sugar (artificial and real) – these things mess with your digestive system, cause cravings and make you want more of everything bad.

When it all comes down to it, I tend to think research, smesearch.

But I can’t argue with the way I’m feeling, thinking and eating right now. Nor do I want to!

Day Eleven

Today was my first day doing Tracy’s second work out sequence. Having just barely conquered the first, and feeling somewhat proud of myself for doing so, I was relatively excited for the change.

How ridiculous of me.

Have I learned nothing of Tracy’s sadistic ways? Did her strict rules, laughless eyes and relentless techno give no indication of this? All the signs were there. If only I’d been paying attention.

Day eleven may as well have been day one. Panting and thudding does not begin to describe what was happening on my bedroom floor this morning.

I’ll be shocked of the police haven’t been called by the end of this.

Day Nine

I weighed myself and took my measurements for the first time since I started today. 8 pounds and 18.5 inches gone, baby!

Holla atcha girl!

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