The Noble Space Cheetah's Chronicles of Radness
I won't repeat everything I posted in the Meet & Greet forum. I'll just do a quick recap:
33 years old, female, married
Ailments include anxiety disorder, PCOS, infertility, obesity, metabolic syndrome, insulin resistance
(That all sounds like FUN!)
Trying to conceive #1, having some trouble
Highest weight: 292 lbs.
After 10 months of Zero Carb: 222 lbs.
After a year of being a dumb jerk, current weight: 250ish lbs.
I'm not going to write down what I eat every single day because that is boring and depressing. I know how to do this. I've done it before; I just didn't know what it was called. And if I can do ZC I can do this.
The issue for me is not so much the will power to eat properly but the budget. And making myself do the exercise. I've gotten so lazy...
Hubs and I are about to hit the grocery store. We shop at Wal-Mart b/c we are a bit poor at the moment, but we're going to stop by the Corner Market (the hippie grocery store) to see what kind of meat they have.
Hubs is convinced "meat is meat." This was our conversation earlier:
He: Meat is meat.
Me: Okay. Would you eat a pig with two broken legs and amoebic dysentery?
He: Yes. Meat is meat.
Me: Okay. I'll make sure they put that on your tombstone.
He is so retrosexual and into this idea of eating the "vittles" that his Confederate ancestors ate or whatever. To him this translates into not paying the slightest bit of attention to what he eats. That is the "manly" way. He jogs (and has the knees to prove it) and still cycles some (he used to be a cycling maniac, and has the calves and thighs to prove it) but he will eat literally anything. And loves sweets. He doesn't overeat at meals - he typically eats less than I do - but he will get up 30 minutes later for ice cream or candy.
What do you do with a man who says, "Carbs make me mighty"?
He has told me he will do this with me, and I'm glad b/c while it won't be the make or break for me, I do know that I was 100% ZC while I lived alone, and got derailed when I moved in with a roommate. Not having tempting junk food lying around is so helpful.
So anyway. Today is Day #1. I walked a bit, I got 30 minutes of sunshine, I even sprinted. And I played. I poked around and climbed and took pictures and laid in the grass and sang a song. All the things we all secretly want to do, and used to do before we were told respectable people put on $200 shoes and run in a circle on concrete.
Oh - my husband is a minimalist shoe guy. He actually has a pair of Vibram Five Fingers but he now mostly runs in a minimalist shoe with a closed toe box because he has to take his biannual PT tests in those - the Army doesn't allow gorilla shoes. Ha!
I absolutely hate running and walking in traditional sneakers/trainers. I hate how constricted my foot feels and I hate not being able to flex and land on the ball of my foot.
1 sliced cucumber with olive oil, vinegar, and salt
1 can tuna with olive oil
2 chicken thighs with honey-cream cheese-red pepper sauce
1 can boiled okra (ugh - going to grocery store to improve on this)
(Edit to add: Got very hungry last night late for some reason (was up til 3:45, ugh!) and throughout the night ate a handful of blackberries, handful of almonds, 2 squares 90% cacao chocolate, 1/4 cup heavy cream)
I was not starving by dinner. I can already feel the difference when I don't eat carbs.
I also made sun tea in my husband's Mamaw's old 3 qt. Ball mason jar pail. I sweetened it with just a few tablespoons of local raw wildflower honey for the whole jar. It doesn't really make it sweeter, just cuts the bitterness.
I also contacted a local farm about perhaps buying a quarter of grassfed local pastured beef. Our in-laws have a deep freeze and might even consider splitting a quarter or a half with us. It's a bigger outlay of cash upfront but you do save in the long run. And it's incredible beef. I even told the guy about Primal.
I feel really good today, really optimistic, hopeful, and strong.
I have a lot going on right now with my career, job searching, my novel, trying to conceive, living in a new city where I don't have any friends, struggling financially, preparing for a deployment. I took the "how stressed are you" test recommended by my doctor - who was concerned I have high cortisol levels. You've probably seen it, been around forever. Each stressor gives you a certain number of points. "High" stress is considered 150+. If you hit 300, it's recommended you talk to a professional about how to manage your stress level. I scored 315.
So I have a lot going on. But I know this will help me. My health and fertility is my #1 source of angst right now.
I am convinced if I commit to Primal it will change and probably save my life.
Here goes nothin'...
Last edited by Space Cheetah; 03-05-2013 at 10:43 AM.
Former ZCer new to PB
Battling: infertility, PCOS, insulin resistance, obesity
"Do what terrifies you. Everything else is boring." - some guy