Eventually I’m going to have to try this, out of sheer curiosity.
Click on the photo to go to the recipe on the Diet Doctor website.
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been living in some alternate-reality world — a place where:
- Fruit isn’t a wise snack, but a lump of butter rolled in toasted coconut can be.
- Nonfat Greek yogurt isn’t a good choice, but cheddar cheese is.
- If I’m craving something crunchy and salty, I should step away from whole-wheat Triscuits and instead bust open a bag of chicharrones.
I’m trying a low-carb eating plan for the month of June, and it is messing with my head.
Long time, no type, eh?
By trying to maintain three personal blogs (and occasionally contributing to our work one), Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, Facebook, Google+ and Tumblr, I basically got tired of posting things. So I decided to do some conscious uncoupling — way before Gwyneth Paltrow announced hers with Chris Martin.
It’s almost been a year since I started with Trainer. Although I was smart enough to apply duct tape to the front and back covers of my workout journal early on, I did it only from the “comb binding” outward, instead of taking the entire thing apart and covering even the innermost part of the pages.
An example of comb binding.
Which is, of course, the area subject to the most wear and tear, and thus was the first to give way. Last night I noticed that the front cover was hanging on by a single nub, so I mournfully put it out of its misery by tearing it off. And to make it a matching set, I removed the back cover as well.
Then I leafed through some of the early pages.
I don’t think I look much different than I did in January 2013. I’ve had to give away shirts and sweaters that were becoming too snug across the chest and shoulders, but if you were to look at any “before” and “after” comparison photos, I don’t think there’d be a ton of difference. (Of course, I didn’t take an actual “before” photo, so there’s no visual benchmark to measure from.)
Me to Trainer: “These are my ‘big ass’ sweatpants.”
Trainer: “So I’ve noticed.”
On Monday I rushed home from the gym so I could take my first-ever GYM SELFIE!
I may be the only person on Earth who looks forward to leg day.
Mondays abdominal workout was so intense on rarely isolated muscles — hello, hip flexors! — that I sent Trainer a message the next day: “YOU BROKE MY LOINS.”
(It’s a good thing he took that in the right context.)
And I was so sure that big progress had been made that I even reminded Trainer it was time for the six-month evaluation.