There used to be a time when if I wanted to get into shape, all I had to do was eat jelly (jello) for three days straight and I'd have a stomach flatter than a surf board.
These days, things are laughably (is that even a word?) different. With age comes growth - mentally, psychologically, emotionally and *ahem* physically. Since I changed my diet 6 months ago, I've had my fair share of challenges. For one, I miss bread like the desert misses the rain. But I would be lying through my teeth if I said I've cut it out completely. See, it's these dreaded weekends that really get to me. Let me illustrate:
From Monday to Friday, life is quite simple. I have a cup of coffee with skim milk and sweetener around 07:30am in the morning. And then around 10:30am I usually have another cup of coffee with some fruit; either a banana or apple or papaya or a combination of fruit with yoghurt and a handful of nuts and seeds:
Handful of unsalted almonds, dried cranberries, walnuts, sunflower and pumpkin seeds etc. on top of yoghurt and fruit serving
I don't eat anything for the rest of the day mostly because I don't have time. Then around 04:30pm, I do variations of this for 90 minutes:
The workout is intense, burning between 600 and 1000 calories depending on the routine.
Then between 06:30pm and 07:00pm, supper follows. When I'm being strict, its always vegetables and rice and chicken or fish served up in a healthy stir-fry. But on other days, Mutton curry and rice do nicely, served with grated carrots and coriander:
And then around 08:30pm, I usually have a cup of tea with one row of Lindt dark chocolate with hazelnuts:
In addition, I drink around 3 litres of water throughout the day and that's how it is from Monday to Friday every single week. But then the weekend sets in and its like everything flies out of the window. For one, I just CANNOT work out on a Saturday, no matter how hard I try. And I also can't stay away from carbs... damn potatoes. Baguettes are the worst. It's like a symphony in my mouth. I'm like an addict. I'd rather eat the baguette and break out and itch for two days then keep to the program.
And the result is that I've got a pouch I can't seem to get rid of. I don't mind being on the round, but this poncho has to go. Damn this aging business.
All is not lost though because I have a plan. Last week sometime, I came across two articles (actually Mother sent them to me) that have brought some much needed clarity to my life. According to Dr. Marcelle Pick, most people tend to overlook adrenal health leading to adrenal fatigue which is often curable, although many don't know it.
Amongst many other problems, adrenal fatigue often leads to excess cortisol flooding your system which leads to that annoying abdominal weight that's impossible to get rid of because of an imbalance in hormone levels. And what is the root cause of all this?
And suddenly it all makes sense. I've been through the karmic ringer these past two months, suffering under the weight - no pun intended - of extraordinary stress and pressure with not much relief.
Also, according to Dr. Pick... I've got it all wrong. Firstly she recommends beginning the day with protein within an hour of waking up in the morning. Secondly, I shouldn't be drinking coffee at all, never mind guzzling it down throughout the day like a bottle of Jack Daniels. She also recommends that any intense exercise be done in the morning to avoid over-stimulating your system and that it's important to have three meals a day with two snacks in between to maintain sugar levels; with breakfast around 7am, lunch between 11am and 12pm and an early dinner between 5pm and 6pm.
So I've decided that from the beginning of May, I'm going to institute a few more permanent changes in my lifestyle. Like severely cutting down on meat and dairy and cutting out caffeine, wheat and wheat products entirely. And eating more regularly. And drinking slightly less water (around 2.5 litres is ideal for me). And making sure I get enough sleep. And switching to decaf coffee and green tea instead. And trying to work out in the morning... oh wish me luck!