I've been harassing myself (is it even possible to harass one's self?) lately about my diet. After being pregnant for 20 out of 24 months - I had two babies eleven months apart - I took on what some could call a devil-may-care attitude toward food. I was quite proud of myself throughout my pregnancies. I stayed away from Coca Cola, which I love. I followed all of the recommended eating habits and calorie intake guides. Basically I suffered for months, dying for a Coke Icee and Reesy Cups. Once I had Anna though, all bets were off. Dinner out two nights in a row? Sure! I'll have the steak and loaded baked potato please. Coke, chocolate, fried chicken, bring it on!
I'm from the South, which explains my love of food. I can't help it. Most family and church get-togethers are planned with the understanding that food will be present. Massive amounts of food. If you've ever been in a room filled with food cooked by a dozen Southern grandmas, you know what I'm talking about. If not, I highly recommend moving. Immediately.
So anyway, I was looking in the mirror, judging myself, when I decided that it was time to get my act together and get my ghetto booty in shape. (Note: If the term "ghetto booty" is offensive to anyone, I apologize. There's just no other term to describe my butt.)
I cut out bread, pasta, rice, and potatoes. Basically, all of the good stuff. I lowered my calorie intake. I started working out more. I used to run all the time, and I loved it. Now I ride a bike for an hour and my legs feel like they're going to fall off. Regardless, I'm doing pretty good so far, but I now hate watching television. Every time a commercial comes on promoting a new burger at McDonald's or the mouthwatering steaks at Outback, I start to salivate. Literally. I turn into Pavlov's dog. I want food! NOW! I'm tired of chicken and fish.
Maybe I'll win the lottery and then I can hire a hard ass personal trainer to whip me into shape...
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I swear they use HUGE fans to blow the smell of steaks far into the air just so we start to drool and wet ourselves.
ReplyDeleteJess!
ReplyDeleteI've been told I have a big booty for a white boy and I'm a dude! How do you think that makes me feel?!
Can't you still have all of your favorites just healthier version of them?
A baked potato with yogurt instead of sour cream. Baked, breaded chicken instead of deep fried. A smaller serving of whole wheat pasta as a side instead of as a main course.
I'm not suggesting no-fat cooking but reduced-fat cooking instead.
That being said, if you're ever in the Chicago area, feel free to hit me up and we can get an Angus Burger together! With fries of course! (^_^)
-Dean
Dean,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the suggestions. I do substitute a lot of stuff now, but some things I just can't. For example, I refuse to eat a baked potato unless it's LOADED. I know, I'm ridiculous.
If I ever find myself in Chicago, I will indeed hit you up for that Angus Burger & fries(I'm already salivating just thinking about it)!