This blog was created as my own little Style Soapbox on which to rant and rave on all things wearable. However, I haven’t yet addressed something that, while it isn’t an item of attire, is key when creating any look.
The body beneath the clothes.
To be perfectly honest, I haven’t been thrilled about the body beneath my clothes for some time. While I make do, I’d prefer things looked a little differently. Most of my complaints could likely be solved through exercise and tweaked eating habits. Last fall, I vowed to make those changes and began working on the body. I started with light exercise – walking on a treadmill and pilates in the comfort of my own home. It felt good and made me feel better about myself, although I can’t recall a change in my appearance. Then I was diagnosed with plantar fasciitis in my tootsies (yes, both). It’s not crippling, but it does hurt like a bitch. So I stopped using the treadmill, and somehow rationalized quitting the pilates, too.
Shortly after the exercise stopped, my fiance-to-be (this was pre-engagement), Adam, decided he was going to get serious about healthy eating. We adopted a meal plan that provided four weeks of breakfast, lunch and dinner suggestions. It started well, but we ran into a problem with portions. Adam is a big guy. Not a fat guy, but a big guy. 6′ 8″ and a former athlete. The meal plan hadn’t been drafted for someone of his size. He, logically, upped the portions he was eating. Not so logically, so did I. We were eating healthfully (for the most part), but I was eating too much. So still no progress on my end. After time, we got lazy, misplaced the piece of paper with the meal plan and went back to our previous eating habits. Not disgusting, but not ideal.
Once we became engaged, we each decided that we wanted to lose a significant amount of weight. The wedding was a good reason to tackle something that each of us had been putting off. Adam promptly began running. He started slowly, but each time pushing himself a little more. He also hired a personal trainer at his gym. It truly felt like I blinked and he’d already lost 10 lbs. Guys can do that. It’s infuriating. I got back on the treadmill (pain be damned!) and started making healthier food choices. I now mix up the treadmill with pilates, YourShape Personal Fitness on Xbox and Zumba Core on Xbox. To date, Adam has lost 35 lbs. Since that’s total weight, and doesn’t take into account the muscle he’s gained, I can only imagine how much fat he’s lost. Me? Nothing. The numbers may as well be painted on the scale, because they haven’t changed.
The growing frustration from non-quantifiable results (assuming any results, at all) and the initial wedding dress shopping debacle left me in an extremely unhappy place. At some point prior to my meltdown, Adam had seen, and shared, an online article for a book by Tim Ferriss. The 4 Hour Body includes a chapter called “The Slow- Carb Diet I: How to Lose 20 Pounds in 30 Days Without Exercise.” It sounded too good to be true and, at the time, I blew it off. Post dress-shopping, however, I had reached the point of desperation.
I won’t go into all the details of the plan/diet, but after I’d actually read through the chapter, it sounded completely doable. Yes, your daily diet changes, and is somewhat restricted. However, you get a “cheat” day every week. An entire day! Instead of thinking “I can’t have this ever again,” the thought is “I can’t have this until Saturday” (or whatever day you designate as the cheat day). Total deprivation would never work for me, so the simple inclusion of a cheat day made this plan very attractive! Plus, Ferriss essentially guarantees that, if you follow his plan “to the letter“ you will lose the weight.
Today is only Day Three for me, but I’m feeling good about things. I haven’t been hungry once and have enjoyed every meal I’ve eaten thus far. Heck – yesterday I had a Chipotle burrito bol for lunch! Check out my delicious breakfast from this morning – cooked organic egg, topped with a thick slice of tomato (with a smidge of salt and pepper), topped with another cooked organic egg, topped with insanely good home-made salsa (full disclosure: home-made by a dear friend, Javi, and not by me). Fingers crossed that a month from now I can report back with fabulous results!
Check out the website for Ferriss’ book here.
And, because I love Chipotle, feel free to visit their website, too.
If you’re really curious (read: bored), learn about plantar fasciitis here.