Mid-Life Crisis Diet: July 30 - Day 1 of The Changings
After seeing a picture of myself at the Sanford Triathlon this weekend, I decided it's time to get serious about getting healthy. I've said it a million times before, but as I get closer to my 30th birthday, the desire to start out my 30s without a double chin is growing with the circumference of my waistline. I have this fear that if I start my 30s chubby, I'll enter my 40s fat.
It's not that I'm not fit. I can ride my bike relatively fast, I can run a decent 5K time at the drop of a hat, and my gut doesn't hang over my belt line or anything like that. But for all my exercise, at times as much as 12 hours per week, I still don't like what I see when I look in the mirror. Some would call this "body image issues." I call it being this close to being asked to doing the Truffle Shuffle.
The key isn't more exercise. I have that on lock. My diet isn't even that terrible. But there are habits that go a long way toward undoing all of my exercise and the good food decisions throughout the day. For example, I can do a 2-hour bike ride, but slamming three beers and two bags of popcorn undoes that workout really, really quickly. Or I eat a healthy dinner, only to slam two helpings of strawberry shortcake. One or two bad decisions completely undo the ten or more smart decisions I made throughout the day.
So, how's this going to go? I made rules.
1. No booze Monday-Thursday
2. No popcorn. Ever.
3. No cheese.
4. No single meal should be over 750 calories.
5. No cookies in the house. Under penalty of death.
Let's see how it goes, shall we? Stalk me on Insta if you want. Or don't. I don't care.