Come on. Seriously? Quit being so juvenile. This is a FITNESS post. I had absolutely no intention of suckering you into yet another nonsexual post with a sneakily-titled innuendo.
According to my trainer and my online coach, I need a LOT more protein and water. It’s not the first time I’ve been told to eat more protein, and until I started having these crash-outs I really figured I was fine. And besides, “eat more protein” means nothing if you started with next to no protein, then “some” protein seems plenty.
I crashed again late yesterday afternoon. It has been happening more frequently on weight training days. I emailed my new trainer and gave him a rundown of everything I ate. He replied back immediately that I didn’t have nearly enough protein.
I’ve never eaten much protein on a daily basis, so this is definitely going to take some adjusting. I rarely eat red meat (although when I do, I pretty much chase a poor cow around a field with a fork) and actually, as I’ve come to realize once I started paying attention, I don’t eat much at all.
Kind of seems odd coming from an overweight person, but as my trainer is starting to figure out, I actually don’t consume enough of anything for all the weight training and cardio I’m doing. And by underconsuming, I’m forcing my body to fight against me. It wants to hold onto everything because maybe it thinks we’re starving? And as for building muscle, well forget it if I’m not getting enough protein.
My intake yesterday consisted of a scoop of ground almonds and cup of green tea for “breakfast” (I’m not hungry in the mornings…EVER). I had one 12-ounce bottle of water with my workout. For lunch it was 8 oz water with an egg and veggie sandwich on ciabatta bread (processed ). Then late afternoon I had a smoothie as my dinner (1 cup berries, 1 cup yogurt, 1/4 cup coconut milk, 2 tbsp almond butter, 1 scoop progreens powder, 1 tsp honey, 1 tsp cinnamon).
That was all I was hungry for.
After emailing with trainer, I dug around in the pantry and ended up eating a plain can of tuna to add some protein.
For all the talk about “listening to your body” sometimes your body just doesn’t know what the f*ck it’s talking about. Or, probably more likely in my case, I stopped listening so long ago that I’m completely out of tune with what it’s trying to tell me, so the only recourse it has is to simply crash.
Hmmm – I guess I’m kind of like an old married couple with my own body: “You never listen to me anymore, except when I yell or swear or do something to get your attention!” I’m just assuming that’s how those arguments go, because as we all know, Kurt and I are a perfect couple. And yes, he’s reading this. He reads all my blogs, so don’t get yourself in a dander because you think I’m talking smack about my better half.
Anyway, while trainer is getting me numbers on just how much protein I should be taking in, I started today with a protein-heavy breakfast. You know, as much as I love “planning” I have never really looked into how much protein, carbs, fats, etc., I should be taking in daily, not before I began weight training six months ago, and not once since. Until now. And I guess it really is time for My Fitness Pal, as everyone is talking about.
Okay, I’m about to barf. Seriously I’m going to finish this post and waddle my lead stomach to the bathroom to get ready. I love eggs and salmon and spinach and cheese. I really do.
But I still can’t stand anything in my stomach first thing in the morning, and I don’t know how to force my body to be hungry during the day.
Okay, time to go chug some water and pretend I’m enjoying this change. The only thing that helps me get through it is thinking about energy and muscles. Energy and muscles. Energy and muscles.
Energy and muscles.
Energy and muscles…
Energy and muscles…