It’s not a secret that I’m trying to change the way I eat, and in turn change the composition of my body. My gym mama is a personal trainer and cut like you wouldn’t believe, so I direct all my questions about health/fitness/nutrition directly to her. I’ve been having a bit of trouble eating enough calories—sometimes anywhere around 1100-1400, which I know is pretty unacceptable for someone my age/weight/activity level. I know the contestants on biggest loser are held around 1200 for extreme weight loss, so you can probably draw some conclusions that my eating habits were still fairly questionable. Although I was trying to eat the right things, I wasn’t eating enough. Sometimes it was just a lack of time or lack of preparedness, or just because I wasn’t hungry. Excuses and reasons aside, I think it’s pretty safe to say I needed a little advice on the matter of how many calories I need to be consuming.
So yesterday she calculated the number for me, and to maintain my current weight I need to consume around 1750 calories per day. She also suggested I up my protein, in addition to always having snacks around to munch on throughout the day. She suggested eating a little bit every two hours, and for each little munch to include some protein. Such a simple concept, and yet it takes a lot of brain power. Okay, I ate breakfast at 8, so I’ll eat a Clif Bar at 10, and lunch at noon, and a snack at 2, etc, etc. Low and behold, the addition of a simple protein bar has gotten me at a better caloric range for what time of day it is. SHOCKER!! So the woman knows what she’s talking about…well durr.
To top it off, I am also in a nutrition class this semester, which is sooooooo useful and interesting to me!! I absorb the information like it’s not for a grade…I love it! We talked about proteins today as well, so that must be a sign. MOAR PROTEIN!
Also, being such the nerd that I am, I was curious as to how many ounces my chicken breast actually was, because I had really no clue. I weighed it before I thawed it—13.5 ounces! Holy balls, I thought, I’m eating over two servings of chicken, but after I got the fat off and cooked it, it was a nice 6.6 ounces. Perfection…that paired with steamed broccoli and quinoa makes my belly, my psyche, my brain, and my body verrrrrrry happy and satisfied. I back on the horse for the millionth time, and determined to not screw it up because I am underprepared or ‘too hungry to wait.’
And besides…what matters isn’t how many times you fall of the horse, it’s that you have the courage and tenacity to get right back on, smack that sucker in the tush, and keep on moving forward.