So, normally my "fresh start" or new attempt to eating and being healthy would begin on a Monday and preferably before 8 AM. But, it's noon and I guess a positive mind-set isn't something I should shoo away so early after waking up. It's the last day of July and although my bikini body should have been here long ago I have to keep on truckin' right? Maybe I can focus on the health for now and the bod later I guess.
My breakfast is featured above. It got me thinking about the word breakfast. It is named so because you are breaking the fast. I on the other hand am breaking a deep food coma. One in which I fell into after devouring 10 chicken nuggets, a large fry, a large sprite, and 1+ row of oreos... and a glass of milk. I don't necessarily feel like I deserve to eat breakfast. I deserve a cold shower and to do sit-ups til I either vomit or pass out. However, I have the valid excuse that my metabolism will dwindle down to nothing if I don't eat now, and also... I love breakfast. I'm looking forward to the day I wake up starving and beyond excited to have egg whites with a side of fresh fruit. Ha!
I'm shooting for August to be my month of positive change! I had a few things to take care of the past couple of weeks. And I'm not anywhere near having everything figured out, but I think I'm in a better frame of mind. I can try to give all my hyper palatable foods a kick in the ass. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping my sugar-salt-sugar-salt relationship can be done and over with. My drug of choice is indeed food. So I raise my coffee cup and make a toast to myself and all others trying to fight the addiction. Food rehab starts today!
From 2009 up 'til several months ago I would have been proud to tell you about my fitness journey. It would start with me telling you I weighed 175 lbs. in 6th grade, 110 in 9th, and 160 as a graduating senior. Fluctuating, fat and unhappy? That was me! I finally purchased a little journal where I wrote down everything I ate and listed the corresponding calories. I'd mention a thing or two about how it wasn't about exercise in the beginning, but, simply watching what I ate. I made changes to different healthful habits I developed on a weekly basis. I used to order a salad from the Italian Restaurant next to work. It came with a massive bread stick which I felt was okay to consume. Hey! I was eating a salad after all. Eventually that bread stick was eliminated because I'd overcome the mental craving. Carbohydrates had disguised themselves as my friend for too long. So long story short, salad & bread stick became an all-fruit smoothie from Jamba Juice, and so on, and so on. (Cheeseburger and animal style fries became a Protein Style Burger... okay, you get it? Good.) Years later, all these little tweaks turned into me shopping at Whole Foods every Monday morning for fresh fruit, coconut milk, and kale for my flax bread sandwiches, hiking on Sundays, and running 3+ miles every lunch break. Go figure!
Now, I did start this off by saying that "I would have been proud to tell you" my story. Not so much the case. With a few crazy and impulsive life choices, like moving from California to Ohio to South Carolina, I tried really hard to keep this fitness persona I had ascended to. I wasn't successful. Living thousands of miles away from home took a huge toll on my mental limits. I say mental because that's all my body runs off when it comes to food. I use food to take me away. Food can literally knock me into a coma where I can run away and not even know I'm sad. There are so many details I will leave out right now for the sake of time. I was aiming for this particular entry to be a little more about diet and health rather than me delving into a self-diagnosed depression and/or homesick craze.
So, welcome to my blog. It's an attempt for me to get back on the road to success. This detour has been quite the nightmare. I'm a 23 year old female, standing at 5', 4", and weighing in at 150 lbs. BMI=Overweight. I want my body and joie de vivre back and this (you and/or blog) I'm hoping, will hold me accountable.