I love sugar. And pasta. And basically any type of carb. I could easily live on bread and cheese for the rest of my life. I never get tired of it.
Nowadays though, I do get fat from it.
I remember when I was young and Mom used to tell me to enjoy my ability to eat anything because one day my metabolism would turn on me. I always just laughed her off, me and my metabolism were good friends, it would never turn on me and let me get fat. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Then I had children, and turned 25, and the whole world turned on its head. When I ate junk food I felt like crap and looked like crap. When I spent three days eating my way through a crock pot full of mac and cheese I was puffy and felt slightly nauseous. After a weekend of binge drinking every cocktail available at our local bar I was hung over, fluffy, and didn’t want to do it again.
I spent a lot of time complaining about how fat I had gotten. I had gained 40lbs since college. My thighs rub together, my belly hangs over my pants, and I get chapped butt cheeks if I walk too much. This is not ok.
Recently, after another bout of complaining, a good friend of mine basically told me either put up or shut up. Here I was complaining about how fat I am while I drink another glass of wine and regularly fall off the clean eating wagon for things like Easter candy, ice cream, and gallons of maple mustard. Perhaps, if I wanted my body to change, I should try changing something.
I tried several excuses, none of which worked, and finally agreed to start working out and eating healthy again with her. She is getting in shape for her wedding next year and has always been incredibly motivated to be healthy, so she is a pretty good coach to hold me accountable.
I downloaded MyFitnessPal onto my phone to track calorie intake, I wiped down the exercise bike and shifted the weights around so the lighter ones were on top. I did a grocery trip for only healthy, clean foods. I was ready!
We started yesterday. I forgot I was supposed to be back on track and splashed about 5 tbsp of creamer into my coffee. I ate two babybels and a wedge of cheddar with lunch, and by 2pm I only had 300 calories left for dinner. Whoops.
I did do my workout during nap time- I ran back and forth on the driveway for half a mile, rode the exercise bike for 15 minutes, lifted a few weights, and broke a full sweat that made me feel nauseous. But I had some calories back in the bank for dinner and snack.
For dinner I had a veggie burger, scrambled egg, green peppers, and some grapes. by 8pm I was so hungry I thought I might die. I checked my app and saw I had 121 calories left for the day. I made an egg white, chopped up cucumbers and green peppers, added 4 olives, and a drizzle of mustard- 100 calories. Score.
Right as I was finishing, Wonderful Husband came home and brought me half a Quesarito from Sheetz. God. Help. Me. I managed to only take 3 bites and wrap it back up and put it in the fridge. I cannot cheat on day one. For real.
All night I tossed and turned. My head was hurting, I was starving to death, I wanted something sweet. At 4am, while feeding Little Littles I broke down and had a spoonful of peanut butter and a swig of milk. Not entirely a fail in my book because most nights I binge eat pop tarts, candy, juice, cookies, and basically anything other junk I can get my hands on because I am half asleep and have no will power.
When I woke up at 6:30am, I had a pounding headache. I had my black coffee, which actually wasn’t too bad, and hoped I could ditch the headache by pounding down some water. No, then I had a headache and had to pee every 5 minutes. The headache persisted ALL morning. I finally made the kids go for nap at noon and collapsed in bed, realizing that I was dealing with withdrawal symptoms from my shit lifestyle. My body wanted sugar, and alcohol, and carbs. Sorry body. I want my flat stomach back. I slept for about an hour thinking it may help. It didn’t. I put some warm water in the bath tub with epsom salts and lavender oil and sat in it (this is apparently a detox bath according to pinterest and will help ease withdrawal symptoms). I felt like crap and now the kids were waking up.
I knew I had to get a work out in even though I felt like I was dying, so I decided it would be better to do it while the kids were awake so I could die in peace after they went to bed. I took everybody downstairs to the home gym and braced myself for my work out.
It actually wasn’t that bad. I rode the bike for 20 minutes, lifted a few weights, did 7 minutes of HIIT cardio, and made sure I was working hard enough that I was sweating the entire time. The kids played happily on the floor. My headache actually started clearing up. I showered off and was feeling much better! Who would have thought a work out would help my headache!
For dinner I made refried bean taco salads. Delicious! and I got a HUGE one for only 400 calories!
It may only be day two, but I feel pretty motivated this time to stick with it for a while. It’s easier to work out when I know my friend is also doing it, easier to eat healthy when she is my support system when I text and say I wanna eat the entire Quesarito immediately, and much easier to do anything when you had a buddy in it with you.
So this is the start of my get fit journey, hopefully something comes of it, and hopefully you enjoy my refried bean salad recipe!
Refried Bean Taco Salad
1 Can refried beans
1 tbsp olive oil
1 Bell Pepper
1 Can Corn
3 Cups Iceberg Lettuce
1 Cup Spinach
1 oz Mozzarella cheese
- Heat the refried beans in a small skillet or pan on low heat.
- Chop the peppers, onions, and tomato and put them in a medium skillet with the olive oil over medium heat. Saute until the onions are clear and the veggies are tender. Move to low heat, add the corn, and cover for about 5 minutes or until the corn is warmed through.
- Chop the spinach and lettuce and put them in your bowl. Top with 1/2 cup refried beans, 1 cup veggie mix, and 1 oz Mozzarella cheese.
- Devour like a starving African orphan