I went on a fantastic hike last week. We were out for 7 days, covered 70 miles. I spent that week hiking 10 miles a day with 30'ish pounds on my back, eating high-carb, high-sugar, high-salt trail food. Up at dawn, in my tent at sunset... sometimes sooner. My theory is this very fun but very nutritionally imbalanced week gave my system a strong kick into the world of menopause. Peri-menopause. Whatever. Psh.
Upon our return from the trail, I indulged in a plate or three of Chinese takeout. And every evening has seen ice cream. And my days include very sweet, high-octane tea, and cocoa w/ hazelnut creamer, bread and butter, toast and butter, crackers and butter...
I really need to get a grip. I've been saying that all week/month/year, but I believe I turned a subtle corner today and am making my way back to relative healthy choices. I know; just words. The proof is in the ... damn it ... pudding. I like pudding.
I started a rough food journal today, more so to try to correlate certain foods with my hot flashes. I'll keep you posted. But really, it seems like it's not simply a matter of weight anymore. My shape is changing, beyond what the extra poundage accounts for. I'm losing my waist. I'm becoming less of a pear and more of an apple. Well, not an apple, more like a linebacker.
My plan, starting tomorrow, is to resume my quest towards whole foods, vegetarianism, and ultimately veganism. Wish me luck.
Now where's that ice cream?
Trail lunch: crackers, cheese, Nutella and a Clif bar. |
Trail breakfast: instant flavored oatmeal, cocoa. |
Oh, and a very special thank you to my friend at work who turned me on to cups of double cocoa with shots of hazelnut creamer. You are an evil genius. Damn you. ;-)
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