Remember when I said I wasn’t going to talk about my diet? I lied. Truth is, I can’t help it. It’s become such a huge part of my every day, that I can’t help but talk about it. So huge in fact, my unconscious self (we’ll call her Lynn) has been sneaking Krispy Kreme donuts while dreaming.
For three days now I have been abiding by the South Beach Diet. Which means I haven’t had any bread, pasta, donuts, or wonderful and lovely, perfect potatoes of any kind. Admittedly, I have had some red wine. For the first two weeks booze is not allowed. A gal’s gotta have a little sugar, right? The strangest part about this-other than allowing myself to some red wine from time to time-is that I’m pretty into it.
This morning Toby and I visited the supermarket and purchased a hundred bucks worth of (South Beach) diet-friendly goods. For the next two weeks my goal is to lower my insulin level. According to this diet, most of the cravings we have are based on how irrational our insulin levels are throughout the day. In other words, eating certain foods make us hungry. For two weeks I’m to eat items with a low glycemic index. For example, things like low-fat cheese, fish, veggies, and nuts are fine (meat, if you’re not a fishetarian). But items such as bread, fruit, baked goods, and cereals are out of the question. Fruit, I can introduce after the two weeks are up. Cereal and bread as well, but I have to make sure they are made with whole grains and not extremely processed flour.
I will be the first to admit that I am not a large girl. As a matter of fact, I’m of an average weight. But what really bothers me is that I USED to be a lot thinner. I used to be able to wear small dresses without feeling like I was overflowing, I used to be able to wear bathing suits without feeling uncomfortable. I used to feel fine with my body. And now I see it changing. While it’s not by much, I know that in time it could get out of my control. And becoming obese is not something I ever want to experience. Fearing my own reflection would be a horrible experience. And I am already starting to make faces at that reflection while exiting the shower or getting dressed for work. This sort of change is not what I was looking for. This sort of change must be undone.
What I’m saying is it’s all relative. If I feel too big, I should do something about it. And so I am. Regardless of how “average” I might really be to everyone else, I can’t watch myself go down the pooper at such a young age. (I can’t believe I’m sitting here making sure I don’t offend anyone by saying I’m on a diet. I get this feeling people scoff at those who aren’t overweight, but are instead not happy with themselves for reasons which may be personal, and not based on what the norm may be. While I may not have high cholesterol, nor am I worrying about having a heart-attack any time soon, I’m not happy with the changes my body has made).
But I digress. My goal is to lose 20 pounds, putting me at around 120. In college I was lucky to break one hundred, so 120 isn’t so bad. Plus, I could really spare some boobage.
All that said, from this day forward I will be taking pictures of one naked mihow (but not for public viewing, obviously) to compare the changes that happen to my body over the course of the next couple of months. And I’ll keep an online, written diary as well. After all, that’s what this is for, right? A diary that anyone can follow.
On a totally unrelated note, I wish to show that in our household even the cats know that Apple is the shit.
i DARE you people to make fun of the unshaven, boxers-and-a-button-down iBook master look. I DARE you. I know where you all live.
I checked for anything “dirty” before posting this image. No worries. Nothing made a surprise visit. :] You’re so cute. Who cares? Your head is bigger than your laptop though.
I totally respect you in doing the South Beach Diet. I am going through the same exact thing you are in respect to the weight issue. I too used to be in the 120 range in my pre-baby days. I long for that as well. I bought a pair of jeans today, and even though they were not a large size I was embarrassed by the inner tube that has taken over where my waist used to be. At some point I will probably try the diet as well, but first I want to try to increase my excercise to see if anything positive will happen.
And Toby, I like that “ibook Master look”. It suits you just fine. The Nums certainly don’t look offended by it all!!!!
Naked pictures always seem to find their way onto the internet, especially after you become famous. If I were you, I’d keep a very close eye on those cats. The photo shows they have may already started.
::clapping:::
Hysterical. They do say Apple are easy to use. You might be right. Schmitty has been very pissed lately that we’re feeding him Iams.
Above: Apple = Apples
Cat, the nums love it. They just love when we’re near them. :]
Are those grilled mushrooms? Deeeyam.. they look fine.
They are wee stuffed luvlies. They are stuffed with spinach, shallots, walnuts. We used olive oil to saute them. They were amazing, actually. Come visit, we’ll make you some. :]
Yeah, our nums kinda get that way too. Especially at bedtime. That is when they decide that the best place for them is to sleep on our heads!!!
ps. check my link. i finally set up my page again.
Is South Beach like Atkins where you smell funny for awhile when your body is getting rid of ketones (or something like that)? Just a warning, in case you hadn’t heard about that.
Nope, it is totally free of that sort of thing. Thank goodness. I wouldn’t touch anything resembling the Atkins diet. In the South Beach diet, you’re able to eat carbs, just not bad carbs. :]
Those cats do look like they’re getting up to something you might want to invest in some Fancee Feast to placate them.
Don’t forget that exercise is an integral part of any successful diet regimen! [i think i heard that on a Jenny Craig commercial so it must be true]
Exercise indeed. While I haven’t gone to yoga but once since moving here, I have been running on the treadmill across the way. I’m so out of shape, cardio-wise. It’s rather sad. Someone really needs to tell Kyra to open a 18th and Yoga here in SF. I miss her so much it’s nuts. I can’t imagine becoming so attached to another yoga teacher. Ho hum.
ONLY if she’s willing to go BiCoastal!
The thing is you’re in a whirlwind of change right now and you’ve made the conscience decision to take steps to feel better about yourself on top of all that. It would be soooo easy to say as soon as I get a, b and c in order I’ll deal with x, y and my body image. Props to you.
Uh Oh, ‘Props to you.’ I’m starting to sound like the principal in Saved.
I absolutely can not wait to see that! How was it? Did you love it or what?
Hotcakes. I went and bought some ‘shrooms today to cook like you… minus the walnuts.
Also finding a yoga teacher you like is really a bummer. The teacher I really liked went on a spiritual journey to Hawaii (He used to tell jokes during class such as: “What did the yogi ask the hotdog vendor? Answer: Make me one with everything.” Ba dum!) I’m not really into the ‘chop chop bend now’ bootcamp style.
Also, since Lululemon opened up ONE week ago, our studio has gone freakishly trendy – ie: leather sticky mat bags. Sigh. Just thought I’d share. Sunday is slow.
That joke rules. Krya’s like that as well. Totally down to earth, told jokes before and sometimes after class. What a truly fabulous person. Man, I miss her. :]