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NPC Prep Diet

I survived my upper respiratory infection. 10 days of antibiotics and more plain Greek yoghurt than anyone would ever care to eat.

I also made it through my work trip. For 7 of the 10 days, I did great with the diet portion of this fitness plan. Last three days, not so much. BUT when I got back, the damage was not reflected on the scale, so I can’t complain.

It’s been about 6 weeks now (depending on whether you count my week of sick days) and I’m down from 136 to 129. I know because I weigh myself like my life depends on it. Luckily, morning, noon and night I’m still consistently under 130, which is a pretty big deal.

(Also, you can hold off on the lecture about the scale not mattering and how muscle weighs more than fat and all that. I will do me, you can do you. If it’s my prerogative to obsessively weigh myself until I hit 124 then that’s what motivates me. If you want to hide your scale for 3 months so be it – who am I to judge.)

Everyone says the last 5 pounds are the hardest so I’m nervous. I’m nervous that I won’t lose it and that I’ll have to start cutting calories like crazy and it won’t be maintainable and then I’ll want to binge like crazy and develop some kind of eating disorder like I see so many of these other fitness models posting about all the time.

But maybe that won’t happen.

Maybe I’m overanalyzing.

Because that’s what I do.

So for now, I’ll stick to the diet plan: meal prep on Sunday. More protein than I can shake a stick at. A ton of green vegetables. No processed carbs. A gallon of water a day. Picking up really heavy weights. Setting them down. Repeat…

Getting Sick While on Prep

I am a huge wimp. I firmly believe that God made man to become doctors to cure people so we can always feel 100%. When a cold comes on, I can’t get NyQuil in my system fast enough. My parents on the other hand are the kind of people who don’t even take a baby aspirin for a headache. 

But since I started this crazy fitness routine I figured I should probably toughen up a little. So last week when I started feeling sick, I gave myself a pep talk and decided to “push through it”. After all, in high school I swam doubles even with a cold. 

After a week with 9 hours of sleep every night, a perfect diet and even taking one extra rest day, I was still feeling really sick. 

As it turns out, I have a pretty severe upper respiratory infection. Yay. Bring on a 10-day round of antibiotics. Also had to take off the next 3 days (doctor’s orders). 

Of course, when it rains it pours. I am about to leave for a week-and-a-half work trip around central Florida, which means long days, little sleep, lots of tempting food choices and little to no gym options. 

So, I’ll just keep repeating the Serenity prayer (I am a Catholic girl after all) and do my best to get through these next 2 weeks!

“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.”

The most important part, is staying on track with the food choices. Diet is 90% of it. So, as long as I can stick to my diet while being sick and on the road, I’ll be fine.

How to Become a Fitness Model

I live to eat. Or, I did until last Monday. The thing is, I LOVE food. And not in a “omg ice cream” sort of way but more of a wake-up-and-at-breakfast-think-about-what-I’m-going-to-make-for-dinner kind of way.  

I’m not partial to one cuisine in particular; I’ll try anything – vegan mac and cheese, grilled ostrich meat – it doesn’t matter. If it’s food, I will try it. 

There’s something about the flavors that evoke certain moods. Happy, sad, excited, angry – there’s a flavor to go along with each and every one.

 So you’re probably thinking I’m 300 pounds. I’m not. I’m 136. And that’s not bad – by American standards, or depending on your height. But I’m 5’2”. And I was 122. And then I was 125. And then 133. And then last weekend it was finally, finally the first beach weekend of summer (it comes early here – I live in Florida) and I put on my swimsuit and for the first time ever I thought “I should get a one piece this year”.

Then I freaked the f*** out, for many reasons, but mostly for being willing to settle for a one piece — and now I’ve decided instead of buying a mom suit, I’m going to become a fitness model. 

Becoming A Fitness Model

I recommend you hold any questions for at least another 3 months since this plan is not completely sorted out. I have a workout plan and a meal plan for the next 12 weeks. That’s it.

But the point is, it’s not so much the working out that will be tough for me. I’ve ran a marathon, competed in a 70.2 mile triathlon and have some trophies for swimming, soccer and even dog sledding. But training my tongue to “go numb” is going to be the hardest thing.  

As it turns out, the fitness model diet is very boring. Fish, chicken, boiled vegetables. It’s not even that it’s bad – enough hot sauce makes anything edible. It’s just dull. 

So for the next 12 weeks, you can expect posts on healthy recipe attempts, workouts and how I’m training my taste buds from “live to eat” to “eat to live”.

Sit back, relax and enjoy the journey (preferably with buttered popcorn – someone’s gotta enjoy it and it can’t be me).