Wherein Erika tries to grok Grok
So I'm starting a primal journal, despite thinking journaling in public is kinda weird. Partly because all the cool kids seem to have them, but mostly to distract myself right now so I won't end up walking to the store for a bottle of wine. God, I sound like an alcoholic. Let me explain.
I started eating primal 3 weeks ago. I definitely keep within the 80/20 rule, and I've been feeling pretty good since the carb flu wore off around the third or fourth day. I am, I admit, still eating dairy. 2 tbsp of heavy cream in the mornings with coffee, and around an oz of cheese some days, almost always the gourmet stuff that's all fat and delicious, delicious mold. I just can't give those treats up just yet, but maybe once the sting of swearing off noodles and rice...well, we'll see.
I also finally fleshed out my strength training supply a little more (I hate the gym), so I've been doing a mix of kettlebell workouts, yoga, free weights, and bodyweight exercises (pullups, pushups, pistol squats, situps, crunches and even backwards crunches on a fitness ball that kick my ass). I try to do some kind of strength training at least every other day, and I've been doing a few 100m hill sprints once a week or so.
But in yet more radical change, two weeks ago I resolved to stop drinking completely, to get my weight-loss jump started as several people on these forums suggested. And then, uhhh....last weekend happened. >.> Hey, there was a wedding, it would have been rude not to have a celebratory drink! Unfortunately, the groom's favorite drink was Blue Moon, which also happens to my favorite. Aaand so I ended up having 3 of them, plus one of the bride's mojitos (which was awful and syrupy. note to self: if you cheat, make damn sure it's worth it).
But! I've been very good since the 1st of August, and I'm determined to go the whole month without having a single drink. After which, I will slowly start incorporating red wine back into my life. And really, it's been a whole week now and I haven't missed it too much. But unfortunately, tonight's dinner was steak and stir-fried green beans and onion.
Well, actually, that was pretty fortunate. Tasted fantastic. The onions were soft and carmelized, the green beans were sweet and crisp. Plus, my husband "undercooked" the steak, to his chagrin and my delight -- medium-rare, warm and seared but deliciously soft, juicy, and deep, dark pink inside. Carnivorous perfection....but it did make me miss red wine. Normally I'd have a glass or two of merlot or carbernet with dinner, and that steak seemed to just be crying out for it, so loudly that half an hour later I am still craving a nice glass of red, but I am strong!
Or at the very least, good at distracting myself -- once I finish this post, I hope to get swept away by the dopamine from whatever's in my Hulu queue, and the endorphins from lifting in front of the tv. =)
“The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.” -- Joseph Campbell