Upon finalization of my trip to Miami, about a month ago, I kicked myself in diet mode. This essentially consists of deprivation, starvation, cottage cheese and work out classes.
Deprivation being from the sweet sweet sweets that are floating around my head, office and home. Work induced stress causes my co-workers to turn to chocolate instead of booze and are constantly testing my resolve by plopping bags of candy, or cupcakes, on my desk.
Starvation seems to always be lurking around the corner and is oft quelled by a dose of low fat cottage cheese on a Triscuit or carrots.
Working out is totally against my nature. I am a beast of leisure and resent the joggers who prance around like sweaty idiots. The gym is unstructured, and I don't know what to do with myself, so exercise classes seemed to be the way to go. Monday through Thursday I'm in a room full of 50 somethings sweating it out to either club music or peaceful chimes. An escape from the elderly and back to my demographic comes on Wednesday with a Pole Fitness class. This is a blast and I can't wait to bust out some stripper moves at da club!
Really, the point of this post is for me to ask: What the hell does it mean to be dieting? I could never cut out carbs, cheeses, meat, or drink only spiced lemonade (ah-hem Master Cleanse). I'm not following any specific plan, but I've always considered myself to be a pretty healthy person. The biggest change is the exercise and the cottage cheese, oh ya and way fewer breakfast sandwiches. Let's just hope this produces a change in my jelly belly..
Deprivation being from the sweet sweet sweets that are floating around my head, office and home. Work induced stress causes my co-workers to turn to chocolate instead of booze and are constantly testing my resolve by plopping bags of candy, or cupcakes, on my desk.
Starvation seems to always be lurking around the corner and is oft quelled by a dose of low fat cottage cheese on a Triscuit or carrots.
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| Let's just eat cake!! |
Working out is totally against my nature. I am a beast of leisure and resent the joggers who prance around like sweaty idiots. The gym is unstructured, and I don't know what to do with myself, so exercise classes seemed to be the way to go. Monday through Thursday I'm in a room full of 50 somethings sweating it out to either club music or peaceful chimes. An escape from the elderly and back to my demographic comes on Wednesday with a Pole Fitness class. This is a blast and I can't wait to bust out some stripper moves at da club!
Really, the point of this post is for me to ask: What the hell does it mean to be dieting? I could never cut out carbs, cheeses, meat, or drink only spiced lemonade (ah-hem Master Cleanse). I'm not following any specific plan, but I've always considered myself to be a pretty healthy person. The biggest change is the exercise and the cottage cheese, oh ya and way fewer breakfast sandwiches. Let's just hope this produces a change in my jelly belly..
