Quick Update

6 days.

6 days is currently the maximum amount of time I can go with eating out every meal in another country without going into panic mode.

Day 6 – panic set in.

But, our Italy trip was longer than 6 days. 4 days longer. That was 4 more days of eating pizza, gelato, pasta, and all kinds of baked goodies. 4 days of not being on a routine, of not having breakfast, and of not working out. But also, 4 days that I was determined to spend exploring with D, learning the culture, and having fun – not ruining our trip over something as insignificant as food.

So I fought. I focused on the fact that even though we weren’t in our normal exercise routine, we were walking 8+ miles a day through the cities of Italy. I focused on the fact that my body still needed my normal amount of food, no less. I talked things through with D and he was very supportive. I reminded myself that 10 days without a routine with eating and exercise doesn’t mean I will gain weight, lose muscle, or be incapable of lifting when I got home. I continued to eat the same foods I ate the first 6 days. And I enjoyed them.

When we got home on Monday, D and I decided this week would be geared to more “clean” eating meals. Not because we NEEDED to but because we wanted a small detox from all of the heavy foods we ate in Italy. We are focusing on eating higher protein since we weren’t able to eat as much on our trip. But, D’s family is also visiting this week, so we are being flexible with this. Everything in moderation – even “clean” eating. 🙂

I am proud of my progress and how I handled our trip to Italy. But, I know that I can’t stop there. I have to keep pushing on. I want to reach a point where a trip to Italy wouldn’t phase me because I know nothing will change in a week.

My next challenge starts in 3 weeks. D is going to the UK on a business trip for a week. I am staying here by myself (with the puppy of course). It would be a lie to say that I’m not apprehensive at the thought of no accountability or breaks from being alone with my thoughts for a week. But, I am also excited to have the opportunity to step up and see what I can do alone.

In the next few weeks I plan to set coping skills in place to be safe. But I don’t want to go into the week fully relying on others for accountability or with the thought that I will fail. I want to hold myself accountable. I want to prove to myself that I can do this. I NEED to prove to myself that I can do this.

“I’m a survivor

I’m not gon give up

I’m not gon stop

I’m gon work harder

I’m a survivor

I’m gonna make it

I will survive

Keep on surviving”

Macros and Lifting

When will life be more than macros and workouts?

Don’t get me wrong, I still stand by IIFYM! Macros gave me a freedom with food that I had never experienced before!

And working out – I enjoy my workouts now! Lifting makes me feel powerful and gives me bigger, healthier goals. I’ve even thrown some running into the mix; though I still stand by the fact that I HATE cardio! 🙂

But, I still feel a sense of definition or control from these things.

By lunchtime, my entire days worth of food is written down and calculated. Any deviation from that plan leads to instant panic. Yes, my meal plan is higher than it used to be. It includes foods like Oreos, chocolate, and snack foods. But, if something that I want doesn’t fit, I am not okay with eating it anyway. If I change my mind about a food, I must first consult the plan before actually eating the food.

I became very aware of this yesterday. Every week D and I make a menu. This week we were supposed to have fish tacos. Long story short, our normal grocery store was closed and the one we went to didn’t have our usual tilapia, so D bought a different (breaded and marinated) kind.

When I was calculating my macros yesterday, I noticed that one piece of tilapia was over double the macros it usually is. I panicked. Quickly, our favorite fish taco meal turned into a piece of tilapia and some quinoa – that’s the only way I could get it to fit my macros.

Throughout the day I was angry – I wanted fish tacos for dinner. That was what I had planned on and what I was looking forward to. Lunch was lacking due to the high dinner macros and after lunch I wasn’t satisfied. I found myself going back to the pantry again and again trying to find something to make me feel better. But, I only felt worse.

Instead of being proactive and realizing this spiral I was in, I let it get the best of me. When I wasn’t in the pantry, I sat on the couch sulking or sleeping – sleeping is usually one of my semi-negative coping skills because I use it to shut everyone out.

When D got home and asked what the plan was for dinner, I told him about the macro issue. I didn’t explain how my day had taken a downward spiral because of the macros, simply that we would not be having fish tacos for dinner.

During our workout, I started talking to C and K. With a more clear head, I decided to ignore the macros for the night and eat a more filling dinner than quinoa and tilapia. It wasn’t fish tacos, but it wasn’t so blah either.

I still fought the thoughts the remainder of the night. Between knowing I went over my macros and knowing I spent a large part of my day asleep on the couch, I ended up skipping my normal protein shake. All in all, calories probably evened out at a severe cut to my protein intake. But, I was weak. I couldn’t shake those thoughts and feelings.

So, what I realized was this – even though I eat things I enjoy now, even though I eat more than I used to, I am still controlled by macros. I still wake up thinking about food. I still go to bed feeling the fat on my stomach. I still feel panicky when my macros don’t add up right. And, do I really want to spend the rest of my life like this? Hell no!

K pointed out that with time, we will stop being so reliant on macros, or whatever else we are using. That we will not be counting macros when we are 40. I hope she is right!

I had this same realization today with lifting. I enjoy lifting. I look forward to lifting. But I also see lifting as the piece of the puzzle that is keeping me healthy. So when D decided we should probably push deadlift day to tomorrow, I immediately felt the panic kick in. I took S on a run this morning, but a part of me feels like that wasn’t enough. If I start my day knowing it is a rest day then I feel safer not working out. But I started today thinking I would go on two runs and deadlift. Once that plan changed, the feeling of safety fell away.

I want to live a life at peace with myself. A life where fish tacos are okay if that is what I want, even if it doesn’t fit my macros. A life where pushing a workout to the next day isn’t a big deal. I want to realize that as long as I am eating healthy and exercising moderately most of the time, one day of being “off” won’t matter.

D and I are heading to Italy next weekend. I am beyond anxious over this trip. I’ve talked a big talk about all of the gelato, pizza, and pasta I will eat – but inside, I can’t stop thinking macros and lack of lifting. But, this is exactly what I’m talking about with this post. A vacation should be fun – not a time spent worrying about what I will eat or when I will workout. It’s going to be tough, but I know I am stronger!

“Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live

Maybe one of these days you can let the light in

Show me how big your brave is.” – Sara Bareilles