Eggs Be
Damned!
Week 3 stats: Previous
weight: 138 Current
weight: 135
Diet as a daily
average: Carbs 36%; Protein 37%;
Fat 27%; Sodium: 200 mg/day
It’s been an interesting 3rd week following, as
best I can, the recommendations for this diet. This is really quite the
project, and I’m learning I have to dedicate myself, and my day, to
accomplishing everything.
Monday: Strength training followed
by light cardio in the morning. I didn’t get to the 60 min of cardio I was
supposed to do and consistently have trouble getting 100 oz of water in
every day; usually I can get 60-70 oz. I didn’t have time to get all the food
in me either, as I was juggling too many other things. I missed out on tuna and
some egg whites.
Tuesday: Every week on Tuesday &
Thursday I get up around 4:30 AM to get to the gym for three hours of training
the Skinny Jeans Fitness™ groups from 6:00 AM straight through until 9:20
AM. I’m not actually doing the working out here, THEY are!
After finishing up training my groups of determined ladies, I was going
on about 4.5 hours since the last time I ate, and I was starving,
but also in a panic because my meter on the street was expiring. Needless to
say, I have had more than my share of parking tickets and certainly didn’t need
another one...or, at least I don't need another one that Jason knows about . .
. there are those few I paid cash for
in person!
I brought three hardboiled eggs with me and thought I could peel
them quickly, because they usually peel really easily, and be on my way! NOT
TODAY! The first one took at least two minutes just to get clean and
there really was only about half of the white left, which is all I’m
eating. Damn. This doesn’t help either of my situations. I’m in a bit of a
panic now envisioning the meter enforcer pulling up to my car whipping out
his little printer to give me a ticket. The next egg has to go better. NOPE.
Worse. Now, I’m actually shaking and swearing at the egg, . . . yes,
I’ve run out of swear words and gone completely insane thinking
that these eggs most certainly have a personal issue with
me which has just cost me $15 in a ticket from my now expired meter.
By the time I got to my third egg, I might as well have been eating air
considering what was left of any of the egg whites. Once I realize the
last one is not going to go any better, I am seriously considering
shoving it in my mouth, shell and all, while running down to beg the
“Parking Master” to have mercy on me! Surely he wouldn’t give someone
spewing egg shells and bleeding from the mouth, due to the combination of “dire
starvation” and an egg debacle, a ticket,
. . right? EGGS BE DAMNED!
Well, I didn’t get a ticket, much to my relief, and since this
incident, no other chicken eggs have
given me any other problems, of course. Every egg in my fridge was
apparently scared shell-less; I found them all peeled and quivering in the
container when I got home.
Wednesday was a busy day with a lot of
personal appointments. I snarfed down a little bit of sweet potato before I headed out the door at
5:00 AM to train clients from 6-8 AM. I headed home to get my
cardio in before having something to eat, and then headed to a Dr appointment.
That would’ve been fine if I had actually remembered to EAT after my run. Since I was
behind schedule, no time to eat. I was back to back with appointments until
about 3:00 PM!
I know this happens to everyone, and most of us would grab
something quick at a convenience store that would be less than nutritious. I
was really trying hard to stick to this diet and not blow it, so I decided to
pick up some almonds. I checked in with Isaiah and, thankfully, that was a good
choice. No blowing the diet today!
Friday could’ve been
better; I actually got to the gym at 6:15 AM for strength training, and then
worked with a client. This morning I decided to forego the eggs, not knowing
what other evil plans they might have in store for me when I’m in a pinch for
time, and brought a protein shake with me to sip on while training my client.
I got home around 10:00 and heated up my fish and green beans
for that late morning meal. I was thinking I’d had a relatively good week,
despite the best efforts of the eggs to derail me early on.
Friday afternoon I was dealing with a major glitch in a big
event that I’m planning so the stress level was at an all-time high. So far,
I’ve been able to overcome any stress-related cravings, which are usually
for all the things that, in my mind, negate an entire week of dedicated
efforts.
Now, I’m going to argue that the granola literally attacked
me as I walked by the pantry. Yes, I was home all by myself and nearing the
peak of stress for the day, so my memory could be a bit hazy here. 2/3rd of
a cup is a serving (a generous serving size when it comes to
granola), which equals 250 cals, 40 carbs, and 5 g of protein. Luckily,
I always opt for the healthiest stuff I can find, so the sodium per
serving was only 40 mg! Oh yes, an entire serving got the best of me and
really was like crack at this point. OMG, I swear, it was
the best thing I’ve tasted all year; I was in granola heaven. To be
fair, I don't even think I ate the whole serving, because I had such an intense
food-gasm that I actually passed out mid-serving.
You would think I could reel myself in at this point having
satisfied my craving. Not a chance. The stress level reached its peak, I was
near sweating, irrationally thinking my event was
doomed and that I was letting down scores of people who were
counting on me! Then suddenly, without warning, a big, family-sized bag of
Cadbury eggs, was suddenly sitting on the table next to me as I fired off
emails left and right. YES, another variety of egg was conspiring against
me this week. I’ll have you know that these were not just any old Cadbury
eggs; NO, these were the dark chocolate variety.
As you must know, they are much more evil than the milk chocolate.
Again, my memory is a little hazy here; I simply can’t recall the exact number
that jumped from the bag into my mouth, I was way too
busy typing to have reached in with my hand!
Heavy with guilt and high on chocolate, I went to the gym
for an hour of cardio therapy, and decided I might as well
finish off this diet disaster with a homemade scone in the
morning at a planned Skinny Jeans Fitness™ workout and social, which is exactly
what I did. WOW, that was the BEST scone (ok, maybe it was one and a half
scones, since my husband only ate half of the one I brought home for him...was
he saving the other half for later, or for me? He's so selfless, that it had to
be for me, right??) in the ENTIRE world, really.
One good thing to come out of my carb frenzy is
that I had the fastest sixty-minute run that I can remember in over a
year! Yahoo!
Sunday I am back on track. I did
text Isaiah and confessed my transgression. Yup, I came clean, and
was instructed to flush it out with a gallon of distilled water. Seemed odd to
me, but I wasn’t about to question my “Leader of the
Lean” considering I just begging to be let back on the island!
Here's some of what the next 4 days looks like.
Body pictures to follow this week, with a shorter update, so you
can see my progress, or lack thereof, right along with me. I will say that
things are changing. I have more definition in my
arms and even found a vein on my stomach. It’s a little freaky,
but sort of cool at the same time.
