It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Last week, I celebrated meeting my goal of working out every single day of 2013, and simultaneously lamented my poor holiday food choices.
In December I fell out of many of my (formerly) healthy habits, like starting my day with a green smoothie, drinking 10+ glasses of water, and eating loads of fresh fruit and vegetables.
This, added to the fact that I was eating sugar by the bucket-full [Christmas cookies, chocolates and other
assorted sordid goodies] on what seemed to be an hourly basis, did not make for a good combination.
[As an aside, I’m still amazed at how it’s possible I didn’t gain weight despite being hooked up to a sugar I.V. for two weeks.]
I asked myself why I had just stopped practicing some long-ingrained healthy habits, and I didn’t have a clear answer.
At first I was sick, so simply lacked the motivation or desire to drink anything green (really, can you blame me?), but then at some point I guess the other good habits started to fall by the way-side, too.
Last week I speculated as to why my cough and cold seemed to be lingering for so long. And that’s when I had my A-HA! moment. I wondered, is it chicken or egg? Did I drop those habits because I’ve been sick, or have I been sick this long because I dropped my healthy habits?
Yeah, yeah, I know the answer, too, smarty pants. Don’t mock me.
I started to plan my move back to better, healthier choices. Plan being the operative word here.
I found myself procrastinating.
Well, no point starting today, New Year’s Eve will mean lots of food and drink, and then we have some family dinners planned in the days that follow… So many excuses, so little time. Poor, poor me.
Excuses are everywhere, friends. We established that in my lessons learned post.
Just as I was stuck in my endless loop of excuses and justifications, I came across a documentary, Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead, by Joe Cross. Since I was feeling Lazy, Tired and Nearly Comatose, I decided it was worth watching.
The universe seems to work that way, doesn’t it? Sending you exactly what you need, when you need it. In this case, a smack upside the head, reminding me that what I put in my body is important.
If the trailer piqued your interest, you can watch the full film here. In fact, I highly recommend it.
This documentary explores Joe Cross’ journey from fat, sick and nearly dead to healthy, vibrant and inspirational, by way of 60 days of juicing.
That said, I’m also very open to the idea of a re-boot or a jump-start.
When I spent that week at BLR Fitness Ridge, that was arguably a total re-boot. And also completely unsustainable. I mean who works out 6 to 6.5 hours/day while only consuming 1,500 calories? The end goal that week wasn’t to lose a bunch of weight, rather, it was to get a jump-start on a new healthier lifestyle.
60 days is a crazy long amount of time to live on nothing but juices. In the past, when I have attempted detoxes or cleanses, the results were always the same: throw in the towel after a few hours, a day at most. Granted, my goal back in the day was to see how many pounds I could shed in a week under the auspices of “detox”, and that made the whole endeavour a recipe for disaster.
As the documentary came to an end and the credits rolled, I sat and pondered how I could incorporate elements of this into my life without going whole-hog. After all, I’m not trying to get off prescription meds (done that!) or lose 50 lbs. I’m just trying to hit the reset button on my system after a few weeks of really bad eating and drinking and remind it what’s what.
I decided to try juicing for one week.
Monday was day one. And it was brutal.
A massive headache began forming around 2pm. I’m not sure if it was caffeine withdrawal or my body balking against the lack of chocolate input. Probably both.
I had a miserable day and night, but as of the writing of this post (Tuesday late afternoon), I actually feel much better and clearer headed than I have in a long while. I’m hoping the worst is over.
One thing this past year has taught me is to listen to my body, respect is, but also push it harder than I think it can go. With this in mind, I’m going to give the juicing thing a real chance, but I’m also reserving the right to introduce the consumption of raw fruits and vegetables if the urge to chew something gets too strong.
I don’t see this as a failure in my attempted juice/cleanse, rather, adapting to what my body tells me it wants and needs – while staying on a path towards better health.
By the weekend I suspect I will be eating raw seeds (sunflower and pumpkin) along with nuts (almond, walnut) in addition to my diet of fruits and veg. All the while, I’ll try to get in as many micro-nutrients as possible in the form of raw juice. A happy compromise.
I’m hopeful that by the time I leave for Las Vegas on the 15th that my body will feel like it did pre-holiday gluttony.
I’ve got some mountains to climb in the not-so-distant future – and I need to make sure to give my body the tune-up it needs to fuel those journeys.