Adventures with D: The Other Stuff

16 August, 2014

I mentioned a week or so ago that along with the working out part of things, I've also been working with my personal trainer on what I like to simply refer to as "the other stuff".

A.k.a. food and nutrition.

The other day during one of our sessions, as I was doing some awful exercise (let's be honest, they are all awful so cherry picking one out of the bunch isn't likely to happen) he casually mentioned that "strength definitely isn't an issue for you, we're going to need to focus more on the nutrition to get the results we want".

The first thought that came to mind was that NO ONE has ever said I was strong (he's pretty good at telling me things I've never heard before, like calling me short, twice---I'm 5'8", short isn't really a word folks use to describe me) which was quickly followed up with "Oh fuck that.......I'm not giving up any more of my favorite foods for this guy".

But what it really comes down to is this.....

I have a terrible relationship with food. TERRIBLE.

I eat when I'm happy, sad, bored, nervous, anxious, depressed, to celebrate events, to mourn the passing of time. The list goes on and on. And like most folks, I don't turn to the healthy stuff like an apple or carrot and celery sticks. Oh no.....I want ALL the unhealthy stuff....chips, pecan rolls, bread, pasta, sour patches, all the stuff I know I shouldn't be eating but still eat. And all of which I have already removed from my list 'o food that I eat.

To be honest, having someone tell me what I can and cannot eat initially made that relationship with food worse. All I could think about were the foods I couldn't have. Because I'm human and naturally if someone says I can't have something, I want it and I want it RIGHT NOW. And no matter how much I told myself I would feel better if I just stuck to my guns, I had convinced myself that without those foods I would be miserable, wouldn't feel full after a meal and that this was the worst torture EVER.

Mellow dramatic much?

After reviewing multiple food logs with D and him reassuring me that I "really don't need to be quite so militant about it", we can up with a list of what I like to call "D Approved Foods":
  • Eggs
  • TVP
  • Quinoa
  • Veggies (whatever I can get my hands on)
  • Fruit (berries, oranges, apples, no bananas)
  • Peanut or Almond Butter
  • Tofu
  • Avocado
  • Potatoes
  • Beans (black beans, butter beans)
  • Greek Yogurt (lemon, lime, pineapple)
  • Almond/Coconut Milks (to include chocolate!)
  • Meat Substitute
  • Brown Rice
On paper, the list does seem pretty limited. No bread. No pasta. No chips. No salty goodness, but in all honesty, it really hasn't been as traumatic as I was expecting. Yes, I miss just being able to whip up a lettuce and tomato sandwich when the last thing I want to do is cook. Yes, I miss a gooey slice of cheese pizza and I can't WAIT until I get to enjoy a strom from my favorite pizzeria. But that list of 14 items has had me re-evaluating how I look and think about food. It's forced me back into the kitchen to do some cooking and experiment. And while I may never admit this to him, having a relatively limited menu has actually made eating healthy a heck of a lot easier.

Now, if I could get him to relent on the intermittent fasting we'd really be in busy but that is another post for another time.

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