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.
I like the work, but there are two things I don’t like about the job: One, the commute is 25 miles one way, and two, the work environment.
Okay, in all honesty, there is a third thing I don’t like, but I will be careful what I say. For as large as the interwebs are, it’s still a remarkably small place. I find it best not to share something that could come back to bite me in the ass.
So, of those two other things, the drive is pretty self-explanatory, wear and tear on the car, more gas, more trips to the shop, blah, blah, blah.
The second is harder to explain.
One of my curses/blessings is that I can walk in a room and tell when the situation feels right, wrong or just a little bit off. I also get the same sense from people. There’s no rhyme nor reason to it, it’s just my “gut feeling” saying HEADS UP.
Maybe I’m like that because I’m an introvert or maybe it’s because I’m a Pisces. It’s not something I’ve taught myself, it's just how I’m wired, I can’t change it even if I wanted to.
I’ve been at my job six months and every day I’ve been there, I get a splitting headache, and I feel like my shoulders are trapped in a giant vise grip, squeezing me tighter and tighter. No one’s physically harming me, but the energy, the feeling of, and within, the company that I pick up leaves me on edge every day. At the end of the day, I want to run for the door.
I was especially aware of today’s office energy because I was off work for the Memorial Day holiday yesterday, and I took a vacation day last Friday. Those four days were the longest stretch of time I’ve had away from the job since last Thanksgiving. It was blissful: No headache, no tension, no vise grip.
I don’t know how long I’ll be at this assignment (I’m a contractor), but for now it’s fine, after all, it took me away from a life as an administrative assistant. I'm not sure if I'll be able to figure out and resolve what I feel, so until then, I’ll be sure to have a generous supply of Advil on hand.