I’ve not been on here a while, mostly due to laziness. When I thought about it, I figured, “Eh, I don’t got much to talk about. I’m pretty much in the same place as before.”
But then I figured that wasn’t fair. I started this journal-blog (jog?) for the express purpose of chronicling my journey from unhealthy fat girl to starch-based, plant-centric, vegan (and hopefully healthy) girl. That includes the good, the plain and the lazy moments.
So, here’s my update:
I have begun to keep a pretty airtight record of what I eat, including total volume weight and calorie count. I was curious, you see, to know exactly how many calories I was pounding down my yap on an average daily basis, along with how much volume I needed. The volume part was a steadier number than I ever thought it would be. I figured there was no way I would need the same amount of food every day, but I apparently do. That magick number is 4 pounds, give or take a quarter pound. As for the calories…ugh, the calories. Would you like to know the number? It might make you die a little inside, like it did me.
I triple-checked it, and it remained the same. Actually, it remained higher than 6,000 but I decided to round down in an effort to not vomit every time I see it.
6,000 calories every day. I can safely say it: no wonder I’m fat. I can’t blame my extra 90 pounds on a faulty gland or my thyroid or even my sedentary job. In fact, it’s a fucking miracle that I’m not twice or three times the weight I am now. I have no idea how I’ve managed to do this to my poor body all these years, but that number has succeeded in scaring me enough to make macaroni and cheese look not quite as delicious as it did before.
On another page of this food log—thank you, Excel spreadsheets—I’m also tracking my gym time. Oddly, I love the gym once I’ve dragged my carcass there. I prefer early mornings, around 6:30 a.m., so that I can get in a full hour of sweating before taking a long, cool shower and getting dressed for work. Our office building recently renovated to include a lovely little fitness room, which has just enough of the workout mainstays that I was able to cancel my regular (unused) gym membership. I shower, dress and hop on the elevator and, voila!, I’m at my desk in no time. I’ve gone three days this week so far, plus 2-3 times each of the past few weeks. I’m hoping to keep it at 5 days a week, or at least the days I’m here in the office. Vacation days are vacation days, damn it. Gym days mean I burn anywhere from 400-600 extra calories. Not bad, if I do say so.
On the food front, I’ve been slowly but steadily replacing my old friends with new ones. Oatmeal and fruit in the mornings, something starch-centric with veggies for lunch. Dinners are the hardest and I often fall off the wagon then, but I’m still a baby at this, working hard to become a full-fledged veggie-head. Or starch-head. As Norm said so perfectly, I'm still learning to say goodbye to my dear old friends. It's harder than it looks.
My total average calorie count right now is close to 2,000 including those off-the-wagon dinners, but when I add in my gym time, I don’t cringe quite so much. My goal is to get my calories down to 1,500 and still get in some decent cardio and weight training. I’m at 212 pounds right now, which is exactly where I’ve been for pretty much forever. I'd love to see that number go down soon, even just a tiny bit.
Until next time, peace out and keep eatin’ green.