Hey friends, and fellow fit seekers. Thanks for plodding through the last blog. As promised, this one is more upbeat with some good links, recipes and other stuff. Yes, this gal is back in the saddle!
After dragging myself through July, like a tortoise wading through a muddy swamp, I woke up at the end of the month with a metaphorical light bulb shining brightly over my head – that the reason why I was feeling so bleugh, was because of my eating habits, and my eating habits were so bleugh because of the way I was feeling. A perfect Catch 22 situation there, my friends.
I needed a new goal and to reset. And lo and behold, the tried, tested and trusty Whole30 is under way once more. This month, a couple of friends are also undertaking this, which is so encouraging. One of them has done it once before and the other….well, she is new to the Whole30 thing, but I know she will tackle it with the optimism and “go get ‘em” attitude she is known for. In fact, to date, she’s killing this Whole30 like a boss. I am a little scared for what it means for us Thursday nights as her new energy will surely impact how she teaches “‘Bags and ‘Bells with Bev”!
Part of the reason for eating stupid has been that I haven’t had time to prep the food as I’ve been frolicking in the Adirondacks most weekends, therefore have been cooking very much off the cuff and buying “convenient” stuff for my lunches.
The lunch buying thing is a bad habit to get into. You go to the store, deciding to eat healthy, and there is the sad, wilted salad bar. And over there, are the pastries, and donuts, and look – over there is the steaming hot wing bar, pounding out clouds of delicious smells and Will Ferrell Chicken. Like Will Ferrell movies, it looks like it’s going to be the best thing ever, and awesome, and yet, never fails to disappoint, (except for “Elf”)
Preparation really is the key to a successful Whole30. I love to cook, but I need a clean kitchen, good tunes and time to enjoy it. This weekend, to the sounds of The Style Council and some Django, I made a huge batch of Italian meatballs from Well Fed 2, a pecan & walnut pesto (had to chuck some pecans in as I ran out of walnuts), a big batch of zoodles and a large crockpot of Stupid Easy Paleo’s Green Chile Chicken. I have sauteing greens, olives, nuts, vegetables in the fridge and meat in the freezer. The awesome thing is that my other half has jumped on the good eating bandwagon. However, he loves chickpeas and beans, and wants to incorporate them into his meals, with less meat – which is fine. Legumes don’t affect his gut like they do mine!
I found a great link for batch cooking and freezing: Once A Month Meals – Whole30 compliant recipes that you can cook and freeze in advance, so that you have ready meals on weeknights. Most of them seem very simple, with easy ingredients, so why not check it out?
On to The Kettlebell Fitness Center and exercise. I completely agree with the adage that “Consistency trumps intensity.” I am trying to stay consistent at the Center, but it keeps eluding me like the ephemeral ghost of a dream as you awake on a beautiful summer morn. Therefore, I am using the empty handicapped bathroom cubicle on the top floor of our office building (that has no elevator, just steep steps, so I have no idea how a wheelchair is supposed to get UP to the top floor, let alone use the bathroom there) to practice my windmills this month.
I am in awe of the Olympic swim team who can move their shoulders like it’s nothing; who can whisk their arms to and fro, having them meet behind their shoulder blades as if it’s a walk in the park. Check out this video as Michael Phelps Warms Up. Meanwhile, average Jeannette here is struggling to be able to do a windmill and open up her chest and keep her upright arm in the air and in the correct position, and this is without a bell!
In the photo on the left, you can see that the only way I can get my shoulder and arm in that position is to lean forward, when I should be keeping the weight on my straight leg. In the right hand photo where I’m more aware and trying to keep the weight on my straight leg, my shoulder and arm can only get to a certain point and I am barely bending over.
There is a lot more work to be done on my shoulders, but Nancy says she can see in improvement since last year, so there’s that encouragement. Maybe by next year I will have graduated to doing a windmill with a small weight. Maybe next year, my shoulders will no longer be such a constant thorn in my side.
If I carry on with consistency, maybe next year, I shall be like a finely tuned, flexible rubber band that knows no boundaries. Who knows? The sky is the limit!
Until next blog, stay strong and healthy, my friends.