My metabolism was turbo charged in my 20s and 30s, it was glorious. I could eat a pint of ice cream, go to the gym, do some cardio for 30 minutes and burn off the ice cream. When I hit my 40s, that same metabolism crashed and crawled, never to return to its former glory. I still ate what I wanted, but this time the extra poundage was sticking around regardless of what exercise, or how much, I did. It was disheartening and I was in denial for many, many years.
I started a new job a few months ago and while I really like it, the stress level is jacking up. My stress eating was getting worse and I’d gotten into the habit of having a Diet Mountain Dew around 2:00 in the afternoon. Yes, I know, loaded with chemicals, but it gave a nice caffeine burst. And better than a candy bar, right?
I knew I had to change my food intake, I couldn’t keep this up. I felt winded climbing a flight of stairs. My energy level was terrible. And a little too much sugar made me very moody and short-tempered.
Fifteen years ago, one of my co-workers tried the Fat Flush Plan. Out of moral support (and to drop a few pounds), myself and another co-worker decided to join her. The introductory phase was two weeks long and pretty restrictive. No sugar (other than stevia), no coffee (unless it’s herbal), adding flaxseeds and flax oil, minimal salt, fresh fruits and veggies, and no coffee. I actually quit coffee during this stretch and my head felt like the inside of a woofer.
At the end of two weeks, my skin looked really healthy and the stubborn lower stomach girl fat had really decreased, but despite the positives, it was hard to maintain and once it was done, I beelined for the carbs, the ice cream treats, and the coffee.
So knowing what I know, why do this again? I’m hoping it will jump-start my liver. I think I’ve overworked it with bad diet, stress and lack of exercise. I’m hoping it will reduce the stubborn girl fat that’s accumulated around my middle. I felt great during those two weeks, but it’s been 15 years since I’ve done this plan, I have no idea if this will work since my metabolism is in the crapper.
I’m changing three things about this plan to make it work for me: 1) I’m drinking coffee. Not just to avoid caffeine headaches, but for the general safety of the public. That’s a joke; don’t read anymore into it than that. 2) I’m adding bacon. Yes, delicious, salty bacon. 3) I’m allowing one cheat day where I throw all those pesky rules out and eat what I want. That’s what I did yesterday with a pan of homemade caramel rolls – delicious, but I actually missed the veggies.
I started getting strict on Sunday, December 29, 2019. Just a few days later on Thursday, I was bouncing off the walls with energy. I couldn’t stop moving. It was a pretty crazy/awesome feeling. It had to be from the cleaner food intake. There was nothing else that was different.
I did take some pictures of my body on January 1, 2020. They’re fucking scary. Now if I make some phenomenal progress, I will post them as before and after shots, but until that day comes, the before shots will stay hidden.
I’m not looking at this as just weight loss, but instead eating healthy, feeling better, with the side benefit of dropping stubborn pounds. I’m also taking this one day at a time. It sounds so cliché, but looking at a whole month of eating clean is very daunting. For me, eating clean is not a sprint, it’s a long-ass marathon and I’m in to win it.
Funny though, my body feels like it’s ready to spring into beast mode, but mentally, I have to hold back. I have no desire to injure myself.
The first lift was successful, light weights, no injuries, but I did have trouble walking down stairs and sitting down on the toilet – which made me happy, made me feel like I did something right. I think weightlifters are slightly sadomasochistic, but it could be just me.
The second lift, today’s lift, was a little different. Still really low weight, good form, weightlifting belt on, but on the last rep in the fourth set, I felt a funky twinge in my low back.
I debated if I should do the fifth set; I did the set – I had to stop at the second rep. Back twinged harder, not debilitating hard, but enough to say if you continue, you’ll be out for a couple of weeks.
Not worth it.
Right now, my mind is scolding my body – I should’ve passed on the fifth set, but the weight was really low, I should’ve been able to complete it. Yes, I should’ve, but I couldn’t, and there‘s no shame in admitting I couldn’t. I’m glad I stopped when I did. I have a little low back discomfort, but no pain. I can sit in a chair without my back feeling like it’s compressing. I haven’t even taken any Advil since my workout. Good sign. I expect I can work through this without any issue and I plan on one more leg day this week. Yes, really – and I will bring the weight down further still.
I’m so grateful for this body I've been given. I know it’s strong, but I have to be kind to it now, so I can push harder in the future. And I plan on pushing hard.
No, not me, the blog.
I logged in last night to my Weebly dashboard and found I needed to update my blog’s look/template. Three hours later, I came up with something aesthetically pleasing and I gotta admit, I dig it. Posting is proving to be a pain, though.
It’s been a year since I’ve written anything I want to post. Lots o’changes in the last several months have left my head spinning.
I’ve tried to write out my feelings/thoughts/frustrations, but the words escaped me and that never happens. I was starting to think me being without words might be a sign of the apocalypse, but no worries, it’s all good, my voice is back.
Until the next post – and no, it won’t take me a year until I post again.
Joe’s a photographer in his spare time, I thought maybe he had one of his prints enlarged for his office wall. A few minutes later he stuck his head over my cube wall to say goodbye – and tell me he’d been fired.
I was gobsmacked. I walked out the door and met up with him in the parking lot, where he was talking to another employee. Joe gave us the details of what went down, told us who was behind it (five employees). And you’ll never guess what he did to get himself fired – he tried to take the company into the 21st century and hold people accountable for the work they were doing.
Joe came on board two and a half years ago with the intention to buy the company from Dick (not his real name, but he’s a big one). Joe wanted to put at least a million into equipment upgrades, but he couldn’t do it until the sale went through. Dick kept dragging his feet on the sale; I question if he ever had the intention to sell.
I’ve only been here five months. Joe liked my experience in marketing and public relations. He told me about his plan to buy the company and that it should happen by year’s end. Joe was forward-thinking, embraced change and a more efficient way to get things done. I liked Joe right away, we clicked. He welcomed my ideas, and we were on the same page about almost everything.
Right from the start, I could feel the tension between Joe and Dick. If Joe said one thing, Dick contradicted him. Dick was ‘this is the way we’ve always done it, why change?’ and Joe was ‘if it’ll improve processes and help our employees, let’s try it.’ The employees here were like children caught in a bitter divorce.
After Joe left yesterday, the office air was heavy and tense. It might sound cliché, but you could’ve heard a pin drop on the carpet. Everything we discussed and started: The marketing plan, the social media plan, the crisis communication plan, the videos, the recruiting efforts, the new website, the new payroll system – is dead in the water.
My role now? I answer phones and enter bills for accounting. Yee-ha. For all I know I’m next on the chopping block. My boss treated me like a human being. I’m the only woman in the office and Dick and the accountant Ralph (not his real name) both treat me as if my place is to answer phones and not say a damn thing. With Joe no longer here, the office mentality has gone backwards from 2018 to 1968.
Oddly enough, something similar happened once before. I had a boss I liked and worked very well with and he was transferred after four months. I stayed there a year and a half. I know I won’t be staying here a year and a half.
I was excited to work here, and to work for Joe. I thought this would be a company I could grow with. I liked the people, but knowing who the key players are in Joe’s firing, I now have a very different view of them. Augie (not his real name), one of the five who was in on the firing, was terribly friendly and happy yesterday, even more so today. I wanted to punch him – don’t worry, I won’t. I’m not breaking a fingernail on his account.
My boss sent me an email this morning thanking me for the work I did. I really appreciated that, but it left me sad knowing I won’t see him in the office again.
I’ve already looked at other jobs online, I may or may not apply. I’m doing my damndest to be patient, because even though I’m still ticked off this happened, I can’t help feeling there was a reason it happened, I just don’t know what it is yet. I’ve given a lot of thought to upending my life (in a good way) since my mom died a year ago. I don’t how it’ll happen, but at this point, it’s not an if, it’s a when.