Day three? Jesus, it feels a lot longer. The no carbs thing is working out pretty okay so far, and I’ve just finished W1D2 of C25K with a few other bits and pieces thrown in.
Salads. So many salads. Dear god, I need to find a hot meal soon or I’ll kill myself. I think lack off variety is what’s gonna make me quit if I don’t do something about it.
…I think I’m gonna have to crack open a cookbook. Fuck.
So. DEXA scan.
Bit of an eye-opener.
To be completely honest, the numbers mean veeeery little to me. But if there’s one thing I understand, it’s colours.
And the colours are not pleasant. I think I’ve found the thing I need to actually stick to this plan. I’m making another scan appointment for two months time. Let’s see how we do then.
So in a concentrated effort to Not Die if and when I get admitted to the Police Academy, I’m starting a new regime, one where I’m completely accountable on a public scale so I can guilt myself into getting fitter and healthier.
Last night I spent 3 hours online with a nutritionist friend sorting out a new diet and supplement plan, which basically boils down to:
- start eating a high protein breakfast. Or ‘for God’s sake Manda, at least drink a goddamn protein shake.’
- No carbs 6 days a week.
- One day a week, splurge like crazy and eat whatever the hell I want. ‘People fail, and you kinda suck. We’re scheduling a day so you can do your damage and not kill yourself because you can’t eat pasta.’
I’ve done no carbs before, back when I was a kid and my sugar levels were nudging diabetic. I’ve been told to get a DEXA scan, which will give me my baseline. I have to *sigh* weigh myself on a regular basis. But I’d like to get back to, at most, 75kg. That was fun, I had visible abs. So this is a thing that’s happening.
DEXA results tomorrow. Diet starts next week. Awesome.
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