Funny, as the trainer at the club busted this out last night to describe those guys that workout that grunt and NEVER do legs and way too much upper body, it became clear to me that this could also describe me on this cleanse. Yes, again, with the "cleaning out" talk. I just want to make sure people understand, that it is okay not to shite your britches on this thing. At this point, the only thing I am positive about is that if I eat crap on Thurs, I will shite myself on the plane. Murphy's law. BUT, alas...
Nine, nine, nine. The number nine is so fine! Day 9 - yeah, baby. You know what that means? One more day of the a-hole fiber drink! Actually, it means, we have almost done it. Levonne and I have nearly beat this thing. But, more importantly, it has given me a newly refined focus on health and wellness. And, for that, I am forever grateful. Matter of fact, I feel absolutely amazing. Better than I can remember feeling in a long, long time. This blog -- well, I have decided it needs to live on to discuss weekly musings centering around food and my sincere hatred for the stuff. Or, as I am learning, maybe it's not so bad? Let's take my lunch for example.
Yep - folks, that is one serving of goodness right there. That is my clean as a whistle version of spanish rice. The best part? It doesn't taste like a paper napkin! Super fresh, super healthy, super easy. (ugh, again with the feminine hygience commercial rhetoric!)
Perhaps food isn't exactly the enemy. Maybe it's the kind of processed food that I have thrown into my body. Doritos, Noodle Roni, Gummy Bears. Ah, the good stuff. Apparently, not. I am going to be leaving this period of self exploration, yes, I flippin know it's only been 9 days, but hell it feels like a lifetime, with a better understanding of the right cals IN and cals out. Doesn't matter if you burn 5000 cals in a day, if you are eating 1200 cals of crap, you are destined for failure. And cheating. And minimal weight loss. And the back fat that I affectionately call my ex-husband. Kidding. Thanks to the cleanse, I can nearly say bye-bye to that flap.
Back to it. Damnit. The Cleanse. (Did I mention, I am now an official Advocare Distributor?? I believe in this stuff, so darnit, if people ask, they can get it from me. <End advertising plug.> (Besides, It's not like I am going to be pushing the stuff at a table outside the IGA, I don't have that kind of time!!)
Day 8: Pretty uneventful, the rest of Day 8 went off without any issue. Great upper body push routine with Katie "big balls" Farr followed by the best, I mean best dinner to date. Grilled chicken with fresh marinara sauce. It was heavenly. I wasn't hungry at 8:02PM like any other night -- thank God. Besides my legs feeling like hibernating tree trunks, ready to tackle the last two days of this badboy.
As we began, today is the second to last day on this thing. Didn't weigh myself this am -- will do so one last time on Thurs, but can definitely see a difference, both physically and mentally. I truly believe, you are what you eat! Oh, and how much you sweat at the gym. That is equally important. Fiber drink, barf. (actually gagged for the 1st time today!) Chocolate shake, amazing. In fact, going to take the shakes with me this weekend and buy a blender. THAT's how good they are -- or, again, how crazy I am.
I shall return. Btw, "Where's the weightroom?" (said in an all neck, huge upper body sort of voice)
HMK
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