I runned fast to be better than I used to be. It is out there on the road where I find myself arguing with my thoughts. Where is the finish line?

Monday, March 28, 2016

It's Only 6 Inches

Have you ever put yourself on a strict food plan? I do it often. It goes in cycles. Not that I get off the train, well, I do, but I try to stay on it. Around the holidays...I might get derailed. What I find is when I eat clean, I feel good. I'm fit and happy...I can even wear a little sexy on the outside and discard tents for attire.

A not surprisingly thing happens when I stop measuring...my proportion sizes in my head seems to grow a little in the areas of carbs and proteins. I'm like..that freaking 10 oz steak is going to fit in my 4 oz measuring container, by golly. Yes sir!




Then that little sweet potato grows into the nice baker size. Before you know it...whammo! The new image sizes add up and JLo booty issues begin.

Let's get one thing straight.

I hate to measure.

I hate it, like loathe.

I don't know why, but it seems to be a bother for me. I make a big deal out of it. So what did I do to combat that? I got pre-measure plastic container thingies. I dump the food in there and close the lid...put it in the lunch bucket. I got plastic lunch bento box like devices to hold my food. They are also pre-measured. Amazon is my friend. Beachbody.com is my friend. There really is no guess work anymore.

Thank God I'm not a man. I would never be able to get it right.

I'm also training myself to go back to eating every 2 hours. I plan out my whole day in my work lunch box so when I get home...it's usually fish or chicken and rabbit food. No desserts.

I have found I cannot eat anything sugar. I'm a crack addict and if I have just one...it sends me off the Good Food Train.

As I approach 50, (*shudder*), I have to get more fit as I am finding it harder to move around and do things. Even simple reaching becomes snap, crackle, pop! Whiskey-tango-foxtrot. When did it all sneak up on me?

Oh yes, we can all look like this with a little clean eating, exercise, and Photoshop...

So what is realistic?

I was a size 2-4 in my 40s. I maintained that size by being a freak of nature workout slave. I don't want to do that anymore. I love to run (wog) and my races keep me motivated. I love to feel energized. BUTT-I'm not competing nor is it a life and death issue being a cop anymore...so I want a happy medium. Can I still look like that? ^^^^ Probably not without extreme discipline. I have a life, too. I'm active. BUTT-I want to do all and not feel I'm always only working out. 

Do I have it in me?

We shall see. Time will tell. 

Then, I will show pictures of the results. ON THE INTERNET. They will be there for all in perpetuity. 

*Shudder*

I think I will wear more clothes, however. Sorry to disappoint. 

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Food Math and Moobs

Don't let dried fruit fool you. Sure, it's great for hiking and in a pinch. BUT-it is loaded with calories and sugar. For instance, I have this package weighing 10 oz. of dried fruit goodness. One fourth cup is 110 calories and inside is 9 servings. So you put all that goodness down the poop chute, then you have 990 calories in one sitting.

Well, bull to the shit. There are NOT 9--- 1/4 cup servings in a 10 oz package of dried fruit. I don't care how you slice it, it ain't so. These people are off their rockers. I'm not sure which rock they crawled out from under but they can go right back under there and redo the math.

Gah.

It's hard to get skinny as it is. I don't need people trying to trick me.

Trickery is everywhere.



Another problem I have located is that organic doesn't always mean organic. They might grow it all nice and proper and then wash it in pesticide. Remember acid rain? Yeah. It's like that. Or the pollen from the GMO crops blows on your organic field, making everything Round Up ready to eat. Or they bring in manure pooped out from cows and sheep who eat GMO feed.

We have to get some regulations all up in here. I'm not an environmentalist weirdo, but I'm all for food regulation and transparency. Enough with the FDA allowing crack (sugar) to be put into everything so we buy more. It's all a conspiracy.

Sad thing is the farmers don't get any of those kickbacks. I'm not sure other than big corporations who is getting those green backs. Maybe some of those FDA moobs or some government cheese trying to make a deal on the side.



Boy. What I wouldn't give to inspect food and keep everyone in compliance. I am sure I would need an entourage to keep me safe and I would have to pack a few extra backup guns for protection. I could be like an undercover agent for the food industry, only right out front.

Silly people.

Hey.

Julia Roberts exposed all those conspiracies, why can't I make one up? It sounds kind of plausible. I'm sticking by the math bungle, though. That doesn't add up.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Smoking The Greens

Well, my body is finally getting balanced again. Water intake is now 64 ounces a day. Dehydration seems to have been the problem and boy howdy that whacked everything else. Otherwise, the doctors are stumped.

Training is back in order. Medical issues are setbacks that is for sure and I'm glad to be going forward on the running band wagon with warm weather. Erg. Der troubles of getting old. Pooey.

I fight it.

I think I'm 29 in my mind. Then mirrors happen. Bastards.

Don't forget to eat your greens today in celebration of Saint Patty's Day! Snork snork. BTW...that's salad greens, you hippies! No funny brownies. Go smoke up the greens by running cross country. Over the grass. Don't smoke it in a pipe.

Oh, and here's a four leaf clover for good luck...



Now get your shoes on and move. I don't care how fast. Just don't be last.

Monday, March 14, 2016

The Struggle With Greens

Why I Am Against Salads by Fargo

Here I sit devouring my strawberry and spinach mixture with Balsamic vinaigrette. Notice if you mix up the letters, the word "regret" pops in there. I don't know why I am against a salad on this particular day, but it does not tickle my fancy. 



I long for fields of mashed potatoes and gravy with a nice juicy steak. Unfortunately, that would also long to stick to my butt. And on this fitness train, that would be counterproductive. However, today I am still against salads. I think I should have been born in the Pacific, a Samoan. But then again, moo moos are not for everyone. Or are they?

It's a struggle. 

Monday, March 7, 2016

Fat America

Sugar is crack.

It is toxic.

It's a temptational (that is a word) sin hell bent on coaxing you into the abyss. That's a lot of religion in one sentence. But- food with sugar is like marijuana laced with meth. You don't see it and once you have it...too late! You are addicted. But to what you just don't know, its just that you have to have it. It calls you from the corner, from above, from below. It's everywhere.

Now I'm not saying all sugars are bad, but we eat way too much. They put it in everything so you buy more and want more...peanut butter, spaghetti sauce, juices, bread, etc. Have you ever eaten peanut butter without sugar...yeck, pooey! Ok. Actually, I don't mind it. And no, I don't add grape jelly to supplement the loss of the sugar crack. I like peanut butter sandwiches with two ingredients-peanut butter and bread.

What the what? No jelly?

I find it odd that our food changed drastically after 1980. Remember when we were healthier? It was not all contributed to our youth. So what happened?

1. Sugar-mostly refined
2. Chemicals; additives; preservatives; artificial sweeteners; pesticides; hormones and antibiotics in meat
3. Prescription drugs
4. Barney

It's as easy as 1, 2, 3.

Experts would also add in there that changing gut bacteria over the years has attributed to fat America. This is a result of food makeup changes and chemicals and prescription drugs, so we are still back to 1, 2, 3.

Kapeesh? It's not rocket science.

Ripley's believe it or not. That is the statement.

You may choose to take this like a grain of salt or like a boss. Is this my opinion? Yes. It is also the opinion of several doctors but I can't name any other than my family doctor. She probably wants to remain anonymous rather than be linked to me.

So what does all this mean or what am I getting at? Stop eating crack.

It means all these things change our metabolism, affects how our body reacts to chemical influences, how our body absorbs foreign substances, organ health, weight gain, etc.

I want just the food. Is that possible?

Gardening and careful shopping. That's the ticket.


There are haters and disbelievers.

What if the food industry was just trying to pickle us so we live forever? Bwahahaha!

We've all seen the shows and heard it ring out in the farm land about how the food industry is rigged and Monsanto was a part of it. For years crops got more productive, bigger, and better and weed free. But at that time we didn't know what the chemicals were doing to us.

How many farmers do you know got sued when Round Up ready crops pollinated on their fields and they had a practice of reusing [part of their seed for the next year? Their new seed had some traces of round up from the wind blowing the neighbors Round Up readiness into their fields, but alas, the farmer was supposed to then pay for the benefit to the seed companies. What a crock of shit.  It made it impossible in court for any innocent farmers to win and several lost everything. Shameful.

And then we ate it. In everything. Now we are toting organic everything else which costs more and we can't even be sure it really means pesticide or chemical free. We have to read, read, read. Research everything. Question everything.

It's a cycle of bullshit.

Lucky for me I have the Amish.

And I have a garden built in the middle of manufacturing Amercia. Like, in the soil which hath might be contaminated over years of industry. I can't win.


Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Just Don't Be Last

I did not fall off the turnip truck into a large bag of dicks, if that is what you are thinking. But wouldn't that be nice? It would even be nicer if it was a bag of large dicks. But that's not my life.

I have been running. I have been lifting weights. Life is just a cycle of crazy and so my posting has been limited, small, even minute. (That's MY-NOOT, not the time kind of word)  Shame on me.

Again, I have cut out sugars. Why again?

Because I keep repeating the madness. It's Cadbury Creme Egg season. Damn you, Easter Bunny!

The only sugar in my system now is an occasional honey. Honey from the bees, not the knees. I have discovered that the thyme honey I brought back from Greece is excellent as a light glaze on a piece of lean ham steak. Divine.

Acne has prevailed as a running accessory. It sucks to be me.

And that pretty much sums up my madness today.

You too can look like this with good genetics. 


Advice of the day:

Keep moving. Get up off the couch. Replace the processed food with clean. You will feel better. It takes about 2-4 weeks to get your stride. Sign up for a walk or running race. Do it. Don't be afraid. No one cares if you don't win, just don't be last.

If you are needing a new challenge...why not try a trail race, a Mudder or Spartan event, or a Triathalon? Kick some ass. Push yourself.

Oh, and dress nice and match in public. When you are in private, no one cares. Get your exercise gear to reflect you. If you like what you work out in, it will boost your attitude toward the activity you are involved in and makes all the difference.

And lastly, don't go for the Honey Boo Boo look.

Kay?

Just a thought.