So, I’ve survived over a month now on my new diet/exercise regime. No added sodium, no caffeine, no sugar and no processed foods. Believe it or not, things are going quite well. I’ve been adhering to the diet to the letter save for a few modifications here and there. I exercise almost every day. Each morning Mr. Cooper and I hit the greenway for a 3 mile jog/speedwalk. We relish the sun on our snouts and the dew on our paws. It’s a great way to begin each day. I’ve also revisited my love for bike riding this last month. I’ve logged almost 250 miles and it’s been exhilarating and exhausting.
This will carry you effortlessly into your lunch hour, trust me. Filling, full of fiber and good for you. Win-win-win. I’ve also been eating a crap-ton of “Activia” yogurt. Jamie Lee Curtis is not pulling your leg, this stuff is yummy. Between the “Activia” and the no-fat “Lactaid” in our fridge, Johnny says he feels like he’s cohabiting with someone’s Nana. Very funny. He has less than spectacular bowel movements, I imagine.
Oh, goody, this shot is actually over-exposed. I heart my camera. Anyway, this is a simple salad comprised of mixed baby greens, mandarin oranges, grapes, edamame and some organic grilled chicken breast, topped with Paul Newman’s Balsamic Vinaigrette. It’s lovely. I often leave out the chicken breast and it’s just as satisfying. Of course, you can add and subtract various ingredients. Sometimes I throw in some tomatoes from the Farmer’s market and a little red onion always adds a welcome kick.
The dinners have equal variety. Tonight we’re having grilled bbq pork tenderloin with sauteed squash and rosemary potatoes. The other evening we dined on cajun spiced Tilapia with pineapple salsa, served with brown rice and a tossed salad. All in all I’m quite happy with the menu options and I feel great. I would be remiss to not include one infuriating little tidbit in this post.
Johnny is not exercising. Johnny has not stopped drinking alcohol. Johnny is eating whatever he damn well pleases for breakfast and lunch. He joins me nightly at suppertime and has been a fantastic sport as I try recipe after low-cal recipe on him day after day.
Johnny has lost 7 pounds and a size or two in his Levi’s. This makes my blood boil. A few years ago one of my male co-workers dropped over 10 pounds in one month simply by cutting Coca-Cola out of his daily routine.
My goal is to continue on for another month with the same food format, yet with a little flexibility. Maybe no vodka, but perhaps an occasional glass of wine. I’d love to splurge one night on a much-deserved reward of Tikki Masala and some Naan bread.
For whatever reason that is the craving that my body has decided to light upon for the duration of this endeavor. I dream often of a good curry, folks. I also plan on keeping up the exercise schedule and even increasing it with some added activities. Hiking seems appealing given these surrounding mountains.
Moderation has never been my strong suit and even in my chain-smoking-whiskey-swilling days, I knew that this day would one day come. This day has been on the horizon for a foggy twenty-something years in the making. I was over-due to take better care of myself and my body. You know what? Now that it’s here, it’s not so bad.
Having said that, I’m drawing the proverbial line at whole wheat pasta. There is no reason to eat that shit, people. Then again, maybe with a light vodka sauce, it *could* be edible.