Foot HONGRY!

I thought I was making it up, but apparently I'm not. So, I've been extremely bizarrely HONGRY pretty much ever since I got my appetite back post-surgery. Freakish hunger. As in, today, my nice friend who moved in to take cares of Miss Lady, and who is now officially my non-sexual housewife (that's how those things work anyhow right?), made me 3 eggs, 3 baconssssss, and half a cup of oats with a shit-ton of almonds for breakfast. I ate it around 7:50. By the time class started at 9, HONGRY had happened. This has been going on for weeks.

Anyhoo, while I know that this is partly a result of eating whole foods with a specific focus on low carbs, I also suspected that it had to do with trying to regrow my bones. According to a very reliable source known as the internet or Dr. Google, this is true. You do, in fact, need to increase your intake when you are making broke shit whole again. At least I do. Eatin for two!-- me and me leg.

More anyhoo, I'm gonna ask my doc and my nutritionist (who is still mine even though I don't pay her or see her anymore) about this so my knowledge is more legit. Anecdotally though, dis true.

Eatins Mon the 17th-- Mon 24th

So, super good news--I'm eating healthier and more efficiently than ever. Menus, grocery lists, bulk cooking, yes!  I only have an exact record from the 17th, but pretty much everything has been like this.

Mon 17th
Breakfast-- Eggs cups and oatmeal. WTF is an egg cup? If I haven't been over it, it's a mini-crustless- quiche cup.
Lunch-- Jeffrey's stirfry-- Oh so, I have a BF and he made me a stirfry with pork, brown rice, and assorted veggies. Wasn't half bad for some shit a boy cooked. Ahhahaha!
Dinner-- Chicken and Kale salad from Laura. Also balsamic vinagrette on berries and almonds.
Snack-- 2 bars probably-- Thunderbird or Larabars.

Tues 18th
Egg cups
Jeffrey Stirfry
Steak, with sweet potatoes--mashed, and aspargus drizzled with oil.
Snacks-- probably bars, also some figs

Wed 19th
Bacon, eggs, and oatmeal. I think this was the day of many bacons.
Steak salad with greens and mashed sweet potatoes
Zen-- double chicken, peanut sauce, buddha veggies, and brown rice.
Snacks--bars and bananas

Thur 20th
Eggs cups and oatmeal
Lunch: Beef stew
Dinner: Chipotle-- chicken double, black beans, guac, brown rice, pico, corn.
Snacks-- bars and bananas

Fri 21st
Eggs and bacon and oatmeal with nuts and shit
Chicken vindaloo w brown rice, chick peas, broccoli, and carrots. Mmm.
Salty Sow-- Sangria cocktail, truffled deviled eggs, and split entree of beef cheeks and crispy chicken.
Snack-- 1.25 beers, bars

Saturday
Tacodeli-- 2 Ottos plus COFFEEEEEEEE! Iced with a dropletttte of cream.
Lupper-- Fresa's Mutherfucking Achiote Chicken-- Have you been here? Up on Lamar, y'all. We got-- a whole damn chicken, bunch o beans, rice (that I didn't eat, why world don't have brown rice?), new potato salad, STREET CORN, corn tortillas and delicious sauces. I'm glad no one could see how fast or how sloppily we ate that chicken.
Snack-- Bourbon! It was scary to let go of a little bit of control at this high stress time, but I did it and I'm glad.

Sunday
Tacodeli-- 3 Ottos spread out across the morning. As in I ate one of them a half hour later. What's better than 2 Ottos? Yes, 3 Ottos. Coffee was done had out on the veranda.
Lunch: Starbucks ice tea and Larabar.
Dinner: Chicken Vindaloo with brown rice and veggies and all that.
Late night HONGRY snack-- hummus, carrots, and salami.

Monday-- 3 eggs, 3 bacons, and the shit-ton of oatmeal.
Snack: Larabar
Other snack: banana
Lunch: Fresa's chicken leftovers
Dinner: Zen Seared Tuna salad with a side of STILL HONGRY
Snack: Larabar
Snack: Fake banana based ice- cream ala Joan with high cocoa/low sugar dark chocolate shreds.

So anyhow, or anyhoo, if there's been any blessing to a broke leg, and that's a big IF, it's that it came at a time when I was already eating well, so that I don't have to be stressed AND that I've had to learn to be more organized with the food. If I can keep this up, happy forever.

PS-- I forgot to say that I am taking lots o fish oil, and plan to add in a multi-vitamin. Also Dr. Google said that the silicon in moderate beer consumption could be good, so yeah.

Treat Thinking

Treat thinking. I'm sure you know it, even if you're like so awesome that you don't participate in it (hey...that's me right now...except let's see if I can last till the end of this post) or it doesn't seem to cause a problem for you. Here's a common scenario: I just ran 3,7, 22, or whatever miles; I deserve a treat.

There's two ways of thinking about that. Here's some healthy attitude bullshit that can be hard to sustain in the course of putting up with life's additional bullshit: "Running and the health benefits I receive from it are treats all by theyselves! I don't need to have a chocolate covered chocolate cake."

Another way to think of it is that you do, in fact, deserve a treat. I'm mean, hell yes, you deserve a treat. People are out there having treats without even having gotten off their couch. You burned like 80zillion calories, so you can have a treat. You ran. Despite what you might hear at a Weight Watchers (fuck off) meeting, I think this is okay enough thinking if you are actually willing to do the math. If you really did burn, say 2000 calories, you actually are going to need to take in some additional calories to sustain a healthy consistent metabolism that continues to both burn and fuel your workouts. If you want to position some of these calories as a treat or post-workout reward, I think that's fine as long as it's one of MANY reasons why you did that workout. If every workout is just a path to enchildas, that's probably going to break down at some point. Not that I know from experience or anything.

The real catch is that you actually have to do the actual math and then actually stick to it. Everybody who knows Miss Lady knows Miss Lady is math adverse. I find a million ways to not do it, including..umm eating whole foods exclusively so that I don't have to worry so much about calorie math-- I never do it, except as a part of occasionally troubleshooting my trouble with weight loss. A perfect example of when I effed this up was when I gained fat while marathon training. Bourbon and queso and math adversion plus a failure to be reasonable (another option actually) meant that I gained 5 bad pounds-- not muscle-- during the holidays. While running up to 40 miles per week. Though I also know that distance training is not the ideal way for me to lose weight, I also know that is some BROKEN ASS treat thinking. For another example of BROKEN ASS treating thinking, see Weight Watchers-- "I was so good today and I still have 8 pts left because I ate from the 4pts boxes all day and now I can have cake so I can live another day!"

So treat thinking is a real danger right now. Because I so could. Accomplishing pretty much anything with a broken leg is a pretty good workout. There also might be some temptation to feel, somewhat justifiably, sorry for yourself. And then just have a treat. Here's an example that may or may not have driven me to the computer to write this: Cat litter. You can't change it on one foot. But you also can't let it just stink, because its Tuesday and you smelled it on Saturday and the cat has left a warning poo outside the litter. Some images: a pee and clay slush, Miss Lady balancing on one foot cursing herself for not be adamant that liners should be purchased, Miss Lady tossing the whole slushy pan into a bag after trying to unstick what was stuck, Miss Lady cursing everyone who was here and didn't change this litter-- dammit-- even though they were helpful in a thousand other ways, Miss Lady learning to mop on one foot, and then having to wash that one foot for reasons I dont want to talk about. Also, Miss Lady trying to explain to the friend who will buy her a new box that regular size is oddly labeled "jumbo" and then hating the whole cat litter industry. HATE.

I could really use a treat right now, but I don't want to get into that type of thinking. If I do though, fortunately the only thing in the house like that is Larabars, which ain't so bad. AND its lunch time now, so I can just go have the food I need to eat anyhow.

Wait...and there's cold brew coffee. Always a totally healthy and excusable treat. Problem solved.

Miss Lady's Resolve: Tested

Remember how I wrote that blog about not falling of my regimins for a year, no matter what came up? Well, I was thinking that my challenges would be things like a music festival where I really wanted to drink alot or perhaps a really yummy chocolate cake somewhere. I didn't think that anything like breaking my leg would come up.

Can I just say that it is worse than I ever thought it would be? The break hurt, yes, but the interupption to life, and the dependence this causes is crazy. Before I got my kneeling walker with basket, I attempted crutches, which I am really bad at. To demonstrate the dependence that this causes, I had my friend boil me some eggs, so I could keep my protein up and have breakfast ready. When I got to the kitchen in the morning though, I realized that I could not carry the eggs anywhere or stand up for long enough to peel-n-eat them. It would be so easy to just flop down on the sofa and order pizzas.

But I said it and I meant it. For a year. No matter what.

I should also mention that a part of how I am able to continue with this, is the willingness of my friends to bring me brown rice and chicken instead of comfort casseroles, that I know would be easier. I need healthy food for my healing more than ever now, and it is nice to have so many people invested in this goal with me. Extra special thanks to Nora for starting my food tree.

Eatings have included:
painkillers
brown rice with chicken and salad
various chicken salads
chicken sausage and lentils
rotisserie chicken
egg and sausage cups
Tacodeli
800 Larabars
hummus, carrots, and tomatoes
Delicious lemony chicken with zucchini and Morracan carrot salad
coffee
chicken vindaloo
plus other stuff I cant remember

I've never eaten so well, or felt so loved.