An Anguished Cry
Because I am nothing if not lazy and gluttonous, my fitness program has been a rocky time, mostly because the idea of eating ONLY HEALTHY FOOD inspires the worst kind of anxiety in me, anxiety which can only be soothed by a gallon of ice cream and a whole pizza. Unfortunately, there are only two more weeks left to drop the remaining five percent body fat and gain the remaining four pounds of muscle. So the prescription for the next seven days is cardio, cardio and more cardio, on top of the regimented food plan I’m already struggling with. I hate cardio almost as much as I hate eating healthily. How am I supposed to choke down double servings of both? For SEVEN DAYS?????
Dooce is also eating healthily at the moment, but she is enjoying it so much that she is contemplating becoming vegetarian, or even vegan, a possibility which has apparently drawn a lot of people’s ire. For whatever reason. In any case, thanks to Dooce, I know how I’m going to eat my sweet potato tonight!
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June 21st, 2008 at 7:38 am
Two weeks to gain the amount of muscle it takes two years to gain? Good luck with that. :)
Now the 5% body fat in two weeks…that’s do-able. Yah cardio!
June 21st, 2008 at 7:40 am
Oh wait, that’s one year, not two.
June 21st, 2008 at 9:22 am
I can reliably gain a half-pound of lean mass in a week, so four pounds in two weeks is only wildly optimistic, not insane. Or it would be, if I weren’t trying to lose weight at the same time. As it is, the two goals will probably cancel each other out, and I’ll be left exactly where I started. Bleah.