Let’s talk Food:
Let me start by saying I love food. I could say that one million times but I’ll just say it one more time … I absolutely fucking love food (excuse my French). Our relationship is probably the longest relationship I’ve ever been in, in my life, and no matter what the situation is, food can change my entire mood, brighten my spirits and convince me that life is too short to dwell on irrelevant things or people (like guys) …
Do you see where I’m going with this? If not, let me explain …
If I was angry, I’d go get pizza, hell I’d probably get three slices just to cheer me up. If I was sad I’d eat cupcakes or cake. I vividly remember one time I ate an entire loaf cake In one sitting with not an ounce of remorse … #yolo
See my relationship with food was just that, it was my relationship! I loved food more than anything else. It was what controlled my day, my happiness and my dedication for just about everything. I’d never say it’s a bad idea to love food, because it’s what you need to get you through life however, I will say it’s bad when your mood & various actions revolve around it and, well, mines definitely did.
The week I decided to get my health together was when I spent a day just eating. I went and got a turkey bacon egg and cheese on a bagel for breakfast, I had two donuts, two slices of pizza, a cookie from insomnia (sooooo good) and I believe a turkey burger with French fries and a milk shake to finish my binge. You can add that up because I sure as hell didn’t but, if I was counting calories that’s about 5,000+ calories in one day. The normal intake for a female per day should range from 1500-2000 calories. I tried to say “well it’s okay I’ve been working out” but I knew it wasn’t okay. Most things are acceptable in moderation, the thing is when you get to know yourself well enough, you’ll realize the type of person you are, and I quickly understood I was not a “moderation” type of person. It was either or, yes or no for me when it came to anything. I hated grey areas and I’ve always been impatient. If I want it, I don’t want to wait for it. If I’m uneasy I have to address it right away. The same thing went for my food but in a “foodie” way. I’d go and say, I’m going to just grab a slice of pizza and then boom I’d be on the third one. I’d say I’m going to stop eating and then pass the donut shop and say “I’ll only have one” but the new flavor looked too good to pass up, so I got that along with my signature chocolate cake donut. I was never a “leave 1/3 on the plate” type of a person, I was a “it’s a sin to leave food on the plate” type of person. At the time I didn’t know how to take my food that was left on the plate “to go” … I had to eat it all in one sitting, even if I knew I was too full and forcing my stomach to accommodate my mind.
See, it’s an art to eating and maintaining a healthy body/lifestyle … And I wanted to figure out what art I loved the most. So I started just tapering off. I would pack my meals before hand and portion control until my cheat days on Sunday’s. I did this for the first month and then tapered off more so it was only a cheat meal on Sunday’s instead of the whole day by month two. After doing that for another month, I let go of alcohol socially (I know it technically isn’t food, but it isn’t good for weightloss). This changed my stamina and ability to workout quite a bit, I realized drinking slowed me down in the gym, it was one of the best decisions I made.
By the end of the first three months I had a routine down. I would eat clean 6 days a week by packing my meals before work and school. I included one cheat meal once a week and then picked one special day throughout a month to go out and drink with friends. I googled specifics on food and macronutrients from websites to learn what foods were learner or less calorie dense. Websites like http://www.marksdailyapple.com or http://www.iifym.com helped me to start counting my proteins, fats and carbohydrates (Macros) in order to lean out more than I originally intended.
So by the end of month three my second goal weight was achieved, I went from 185lbs-162lbs. I had a routine, I had a body that I was proud of and I wore a pink bikini for the first time in my life to show it off. I was obsessed with my progress and losing weight at that point, there was not going back. Everyone saw a change and complemented me, I dropped two or three sizes, guys started flocking and hell, my ex boyfriend even called me to “talk” about things and I curved him gracefully.
It was my world now, it was about me and learning how to love myself, what I liked and disliked and where I wanted to be in the years to come. This was the start of my life change challenge and because I did it on my own, I wanted to help others get motivated in a similar time frame so I created my #60daysofsexy challenge …image