So remember that funk I’m in? And remember that metabolic testing I had done? Well, the funk started shortly after the testing. My big plan (according to the test) was to up my calories to 1700 a day and not include exercise in that total. Basically, eating 200-300 more calories a day.
With the exception of one day I went over by 100 calories, I stuck to it pretty well for the first nine days and ended up gaining 2.5 pounds. Honestly I was kinda OK with the weight gain, which is totally not like me. It was kind of liberating.
I got to eat more and it was fun not micromanaging everything that went into my mouth. I was sick for most of those 9 days, so I didn’t exercise much. Even so, 1700 calories is supposed to be in my weight maintenance range, so I knew at the end of the first week that I needed to drop to 1600 calories a day. (Remember, my goal is to eat as much as possible without adding body fat.)
The 1600 calorie thing lasted a big one day and then everything when to shit. I lost motivation to do anything but drink beer and eat donuts and basically said “fuck it” for two weeks. I still went to Crossfit three days a week, but I’ve been acting like Grumpy McMopeypants there and putting in little effort.
This past weekend was no exception. I drove down to Bradenton to see Lindsey and Evan again. When you get two girls together that like to eat, things occur.
Evan is hiding his shame. Oh and that pizza came after all the garlic knots. There were no leftovers. I’m fairly certain if Lindsey and I lived near each other, we would be gigantic.
But gigantic and lovely!
So then I thought, Sunday is as good a day as any to get back on track. I ate a healthy breakfast and decided to work out. Only, that didn’t happen.
Well, I worked out if you include lifting a burger, fries, and martinis to your mouth as exercise. Which I do.
So, Monday became my official day to get myself out of the funk. Because seriously, even though I feel like crap eating and drinking all the things, it was becoming way too fun. So, besides going back to eating lower (not no) carb, I’m giving up my secret lovahs – peanut butter and Greek Yogurt Pancakes.
I don’t even want to go into how much peanut butter I eat. But it’s safe to say it’s not normal. I also eat Greek Yogurt Pancakes probably five times a week. They aren’t bad for you, but they make me crave sweets like whoa. Carbs in the morning is bad news for me.
Breakfast is going from this:
And lunch is going from this:
(The red stuff is Sriracha – I put it on everything. #love)
I’m only on Day 3 and I’m testing out the 1600 calorie a day thing – not really long enough to say I’m back on track but it’s a start. The lower carb is most definitely making me crave less sweets (I’ve only had one Hershey mini and 2 gummy bears in three days which is crazypants for me.) I also feel fuller between lunch and 3:00pm, also known as the time I shove spoonfuls of peanut butter into my mouth.
Anyway, that’s why I haven’t written about my progress after the metabolic test – because I’ve been a bad girl. I’ll try not to screw this up again now that Peep and Cadbury egg season are over.