Today began my 10-day diet, with the hope of losing a substantial amount of weight in 10 days. I'm thinking 10 pounds would be lovely but we'll see. This post will act as a record of my progress. If I fail, this will be a short blog.
Day 1:
I wasn't feeling well today so I woke up really late. I'm not breathing well so I didn't go to the gym. Tisk. I'm trying to work up the energy to go now but I'm going to lounge instead. I had 2 scrambled eggs for breakfast cooked in extra virgin olive oil, a cup of green tea, and half a grapefruit. Then I followed it with a tall glass of water, 5 shrimp, and a whole steamed artichoke covered in pesto. I'm hungry now again so I plan to snack on about 6 large green olives and one biscuit. In a perfect world, I'll wake up early tomorrow and go to the gym before work. I have a long day ahead of me so it'll be hard to make it otherwise. But I will go to the gym or exercise some way!! Good night.
Day 2:
I am a total lazy arse. I woke up super late so no morning gym. I had granola, yogurt, strawberries, and blueberries all mixed together and some green tea. It's restaurant week so this probably wasn't the best timing. For lunch I met my friend at Tao and had vegetable rolls, steak with fries and banana pudding. I ate less than half of everything. I swear once you get away from over eating, your body just can't hang anymore. My co worker did a really kind thing and remembered I'd wanted to try the pretzel m&m's and got me a pack. I had them but it really put me over the top. I was so stuffed and felt horrible. Thus far, I haven't wanted anything else. I had watermelon for dinner. I know exercise would help me get back on schedule and sleep better and all that, but I think I just really need sleep first. Better luck tomorrow.
Day 3:
I put my website up today and sent it around and fretted about it so I don't care that I didn't exercise, again. WTF. Maybe if I start whipping myself. Maybe that'll work because seriously, it won't even be hard. I'm already thinning out and I haven't done physical exercise on a regular basis in FOUR YEARS. I am such a J.A.P. pansey. For serious. I just don't like to sweat. Or wake up. Or do anything when I get home from work. And the only reason this works is because I am cuvey and I have a nice ass and nice boobs. I am grateful and lucky and not trying to be conceited. Trust me. If I had a choice, I'd be 5'7" and shaped like a rectangle, but alas, you play the card you've been dealt.
So today, I had granola with yogurt and blueberries. Remind me to chop the peanuts next time. Lunch was a shredded beef buritto and they did not skimp on the cheese. I drank water and only had a handful of chips but again, can't eat like I think I can. I'm still not hungry. I had some watermelon earlier and 5 pretzels and 2 crackers. I just don't think I'm going to eat dinner very often unless I start being more active. I feel like the food just sits in my stomach. It's unfortunate. I'm having dinner with my father tomorrow and with my mother Friday (and they're not even divorced) so I was sure to make myself lunch to bring in. I roasted chicken breasts and potatoes. I'll either cut them and mix or put them over spinach. More granola and fruit and yogurt and we'll finish out the week nicely fed. Of course this isn't nearly as hard core as it should be. I still get shit about the time I was doing a 2 week detox and my friend was staying with my boyfriend and I. (My detoxes mean no meat, dairy, processed foods, flour, or fat). We'd been eating mostly vegetables for days and the stir frys weren't cutting it. I started cooking as soon as I got home from work and modeled after a recipe I'd seen on epicurious.com, I prepared cauliflower two ways: puree and steak. My fat-starved loved ones were thrilled when they heard the word steak only to be hugely disappointed when I put a slab of cauliflower, grilled and seasoned on their plates. I've yet to live that one down.
So yeah, comparatively, I'm a ridiculous slacker and this 10-day diet ain't gonna mean shit unless I get off my soft, round ass. I don't know if I'd wear belly shirts again, but I used to. The trouble is I can't remember what it feels like to like the way I look and I can't dig for motivation without a good end point. There's a photo of me at the beach at 18 that I'm going to find and post. Nature is cruel. I never worked out in my life and I always had abs. And then it turns on you and snaps away the ease and makes everything work. The devil works the same way.
Day 4:
When I look back at this week, I'm going to have proof of what a lazy dirt bag I am and my guilty conscience is going to say, "for shame, Dominique! For shame."
Granola with yogurt and peaches for breakfast. I can't tell you how perfect of a breakfast that is. Why stuff yourself with garbage strait off the bat? Then roasted chicken breast and potatoes for lunch. I got home early and had three biscuits and a handful of pretzels. Now there's perfectly fine spinach and peppers in the fridge and I could have made something nice, but for some reason, dinner just isn't appealing to me lately. Tomorrow is a 9pm dinner res. I don't know how I'm going to stay awake for that one. Maybe I'll hit the gym as soon as I get home for some extra energy. Ha!
Day 5:
Again, granola with yogurt and peaches. Chicken salad for lunch. No complex carbs so far. The drinks at 21 - 2 gin with mint and club and a tiny handful of these little crackers. Then dinner at the Modern included one small roll, 1 slice of whole wheat toast accompanied by my steak tartar with a quail egg (yum) and then a lamb saddle with lemon chickpea jus and finished with a hazelnut daquoise. I didn't finish anything in front of me and while I'd normally have picked up the lamb bone and picked it clean, this time I left some behind. I now prefer to feel sated but not overally full. I used to call myself a hamster. If you put food in front of me, I'd eat until I died. It's not worth it anymore. I did no exercise whatsoever so I still suck and I went to bed stupid late. I'm the worst.
Day 6:
Thesis research and lounging around the house all day. It's about par for my Saturday schedule. I had an egg and freshly squeezed oj with Pellegrino. I followed it with angel hair with butter and cheese. Not my best choice. Especially since I was starving when I couldn't sleep and at 5 am had 5 graham crackers.
Day 7:
I had half a bagel, one egg and juice. Then a half of a turkey sandwich, cherries, melon, and pineapple. Followed with some grilled chicken and salad and here's the kicker, cheese fries from Nathan's. It's Sunday and I like to allow myself a freebie. Even though it was disgusting. I don't know why I think it'll be good outside of Coney Island. I'm always wrong.
On the plus side, I spent the entire day swimming in the ocean. The current was really strong and I had to fight my way around the waves. It was great exercise counteracted by the fries.
I'm setting my alarm to 6:30. If I can make it into the gym then and in the shower by 7:30, I'm perfect. But I know my track record and now you know the same. Someday, I'll break this hideous cycle.
Days 7 - 11:
I created a menu for myself for the week. I find this makes life a lot easier in terms of preparation and shopping and since I correlated it to my schedule, I know when I can spend more time cooking.
I am having granola with berries and yogurt every morning for breakfast - but not this morning. I had green tea and chocolate milk and I'm not hungry anymore.
My lunches are: Monday: Chicken and rice Tuesday: Egg salad on pita Wednesday: Indian food - I'll probably have a lot of vegetables and some chicken and lamb and limit the nan Thursday - lunch at Maialino - pork fo sho Friday: Hummus with tomato, cucumber salad and pita
Dinner is as follows: Monday was out at 5 Ninth with my parents. I had pork belly with pea shoots and mint, braised baby octopus, sea bream with tomato and lima beans, and a brie cheesecake. Tuesday I had something else planned but ended up meeting my friend for a drink and we had a tiny cheese plate and a very small ham and cheese croquette. Tonight I'm making a steamed artichoke and an orzo salad with vegetables. Thursday I'll have the eggplant and tomato tartine with goat cheese and spinach pesto care of the NY Times recipe that came out over the weekend. I plan to eat at my mothers Friday night but then again, who knows. I'm supposed to have drinks with my friend so I know I have to pay attention to what I eat and try to get some carbs in.
Still no gym. My legs are starting to look more ton and I have that line going down my stomach again. My biggest problem is my thieghs and hips and the reality is that's not going anywhere if I don't work out.
I have two options: I must accept the way I look and dress accordingly or stop being a lazy ass. I'd really like the latter and I think working out would help me to feel more alert and maybe I won't be so tired all the time. It's kind of a chicken or the egg argument there.
I definitely think that planning your menus is important to accomplishing your goals. There are days that I"m not in the mood to cook or forage and I end up eating junk. Mastering this is all about proper preparation. So far, this hasn't been bad. I know I'm going to have to do a really hard core detox before I leave, I just have to plan that out better. I'll fill in updates if they come. Anyone else out there dieting, good luck.