I went to the doctor for a check-up this week, and she let slip a small bomb: apparently, new recommendations for exercise are up--way up. Apparently, we're supposed to get 90 minutes of exercise, five times a week. A quick web search turned up an article backing up that fact--but I didn't see anything on the American Council on Exercise's site about the new recommendation. It is always harder to swallow the news when the person delivering it is thin, most probably due to genetic makeup, and makes you feel bad for carrying 25 extra pounds. But I'm letting that go. The recommendation is there.
Since I had the day off yesterday, I dutifully trudged to the gym, after spending nearly two hours trying to reset at least a few of the rooms in my home to "zero." Present-opening and two full-time, working parents have made keeping the house picked up a challenge, and I needed at least one or two rooms to appear "picked up" in order to function.
According to my running schedule (which, up until yesterday I thought was plenty of cardio work in and of itself), yesterday was an interval training day. A couple of lurkers either here or on FB have asked about intervals. Although I am probably the farthest thing from an expert on the subject, I can say that my intervals are 90 seconds of running at a pace that gets my heart rate up near my max, followed by 90 seconds of running at a normal rate to get my heart rate back down to a more normal, working out level. Then I repeat the cycle five more times. Currently, I am walking at a brisk pace rather than running on the recovery portion of the intervals, as that is the only way to bring my heart rate back down within 2 minutes. I am doing all of this to get faster. I am a very pokey runner, and after three weeks of intervals I am seeing some small amount of improvement, which is encouraging.
So intervals. I walked five minutes and jogged five minutes to warm up, then did the intervals and walked to round out the 30 minutes.
Then I hopped on over to the elliptical machine and alternatively listened to my ipod and watched cnn to kill the boredom. my pace was definitely in the "fat-burning" zone. ho-hum. When those 30 minutes had crawled by, I picked up a People magazine from September 2008 and got on the recumbent bike. For 30 minutes I paged through old celebrity news and pictures of Ellen and Portia's wedding (at home, 19 people, calm, collected, blah, blah, blah) and kept my heart rate in the "fat-burning" zone once again.
After the 90 minutes of sheer bliss, I called it a day. Some light stretching and then off to shower and grab lunch with DH. And I was STARVING. I couldn't wait to get my hands on some chicken. I needed fuel in the worst way.
And I was tired. I wondered how I was going to get through the rest of the day (it being 1 pm when I finally emerged from the locker room). The thought of doing that five times a week while trying to fit in 40 hours at work, be a mom, and put meals on the table and clean clothes in the closet was enough to make me want to dive head-first into the nearest plate of Christmas cookies--which would defeat the entire purpose of the monstrous workout.
So I have decided to try 60 minutes instead of 90. I still don't know how I'm going to get 60 minutes of cardio in on days that I have resistance training (tomorrow), but I'm off again tomorrow so I can afford the time at the gym.
It's enough to make me want a grande white chocolate mocha. Oh wait, I've given up caffeine. And that mocha is about 8 or 9 points. And the sadist--I mean, doctor--told me to try to reduce my points as well.
The upshot? Other than the extreme fatigue yesterday (which eventually faded once I ate a meal), and some residual muscle soreness from the intervals, my heart is fine. I mean, I got through all that cardio. The last two segments were boring. I felt a little like I was working, but not so much. Not compared to running. If it weren't so boring... If I could do it while working... then it might not be so bad.
Then again, I'm off today (workout-wise). I bet I'll feel different in the morning, facing the resistance and 60 min cardio. But that's tomorrow. I'm going to try to enjoy today.
Oh, and for those of you who observe--Merry Christmas! May your season and New Year be filled with sweat, white chocolate mochas, and plates and plates of Christmas cookies.
Showing posts with label nutrition. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
This cleansing sh*t is for the birds
Over the weekend I undertook my first “cleanse,” a homeopathic concept of cleaning out one’s intestinal tract so as to minimize toxins and promote better health. I had heard of cleansing before, and was encouraged to try it by a well-meaning woman on a weekend writing retreat.
Seventy-four dollars later, I am feeling wholly… duped. Based on Ann Louise Gittleman’s The Living Beauty Detox Diet, I trotted off to the homeopathic section of my local organic grocery store and purchased organic, unsweetened cranberry juice, dandelion root tea, two bottles of “First Cleanse,” Barlean’s Greens (a superfood mix of a whole lotta stuff that I wouldn’t otherwise eat), and flaxseed oil. I was supposed to also buy something called “Super G.I. Cleanse” but it wasn’t available and I was too wiped to search out regular Metamucil.
Friday morning, I dutifully woke up and drank 2 glasses of filtered water. I also consumed the recommended “Living Beauty Elixir,” which amounted to 8 oz. unsweetened cranberry juice and three horsepills of Barlean’s Greens. Barlean’s actually came in powder form, but the pills form was enough to turn my stomach on its own.
A word about cranberry juice: this is not your kid’s Ocean Spray. This is an entirely different kind of cranberry. Think intense. Think almost syrup-like consistency. Think bitter. Now think of mixing a fiber powder into this and attempting to drink it.
According to the sample menu plan, in addition to the water, the elixir and the greens, I was also supposed to consume a cup of dandelion root tea. It took some getting used to—-roasted dandelion roots aren’t exactly what I would put in my tea cup, given the choice—-but I got through two cups a day. Dandelion root is meant to cleanse your liver, which is the organ of the season, according to psycho nutritionist Gittleman. Each season had its own organ. Gittleman walks you through a little quiz to determine what season is your “season” for cleansing. I ended up with winter, which doesn’t surprise me, since I basically shut down and hibernate from two weeks before the holidays until way after Puxatawney Phil makes his predictions. But after assigning me a season, Gittleman stated that cleansing is good in any season. And as I wanted to detox, I decided to follow Spring. Hence the dandelion root tea.
Feeling more fully saturated than I had in a very long time, I took a break before dealing with breakfast. Like most low-carb diets (and I hadn’t realized this was low-carb until I was $74 in the hole), breakfast is all about eggs. Unlike most low-carb diets, however, there was nary a slice of cheese in sight. Apparently dairy is one of the major allergens in the world, and Gittleman advises no dairy during the cleansing phase of spring. Once you decide to “maintain” your cleansed state however (which can be three days to two weeks into the cleanse, depending on your level of toxicity, which is determined based on the test you took), you can add one to two cups of whole or goat’s milk yogurt, or one to two cups of whole milk or 2% cottage cheese per day. Whole milk yogurt! Unsweetened, no less!
Breakfast on Friday consisted of two scrambled eggs, sliced cucumber and sliced tomato. That was it. No toast. No cheese. No vegetarian sausage. But because of the onslaught of liquids prior to breakfast, I was actually very full.
Feeling very awake, since I hadn’t had any carbs to cloud my thinking (which I do, sadly, believe is a by-product of most carbs for me personally), I was ready to go, ready to play outside and garden and chase cars around the house with Sam.
Thirty minutes later, I was intensely hungry and I had a splitting headache. I had also peed twice, which was probably why. Psycho Gittleman said that at mid-morning, I could have two glasses of water. It helped—-a little. But I was looking forward to lunch.
I shouldn’t have bothered. Based on the guidelines in the book, lunch was mixed greens with tomato and cucumber, with six oz of canned tuna and dressing of flaxseed oil and lemon juice. No liquids with lunch, but mid-afternoon, I could have 1 ½ cups of strawberries along with two glasses of water. I decided to take my chance and have my mid-afternoon snack with my lunch.
Fruit, by the way, is limited to two servings per day, and is seasonal in nature. Meaning, if I followed her to the letter (which I wasn’t doing, even after just six hours of being on program), I couldn’t have watermelon or blueberries until after June 22, since those were summer fruits. I also had to relegate any consumption of bread to winter, when sprouted bagels (what the hell is a sprouted bagel?) and rye bread were allowed on the maintenance part of the winter cleanse.
My headache went away and I guzzled extra water to keep it at bay. I looked forward to dinner, but wondered what I would eat, as Marc and I were to go out by ourselves for the first time in months.
I scanned the menu at Encore. We sat in silence as we both tried to find something to eat. Marc said “nothing’s jumping out at me,” and I agreed, but for different reasons. The pasta dishes loomed large, but pasta wasn’t allowed until Autumn, and it had to be spelt pasta, which sounded nastier than it probably was. I love whole wheat pasta and prefer it to white. But I was clueless about spelt in general.
I opted for a chicken and brie salad, rationalizing that my entire caloric intake for the day was probably hovering at about 700, so one slice of brie cheese wouldn’t hurt me. Ditto for a slice of white bread dipped in oil as we were waiting for our dinners to arrive. I dutifully ordered water, even though diet soda looked more appetizing than it ever had before.
Before retiring for the evening, I had my second dose of Living Beauty elixir, two glasses of water, First Cleanse and dandelion root tea. For the first time in thirty years, I wondered if I would make it through the night without wetting my bed.
I woke up Saturday morning and gingerly stepped on the scale. I was 2 lbs. lighter! Gittleman was a miracle worker! I felt cleansed! I felt light, fluid and happy. But I was starving and my head was beginning to throb.
I repeated most of Friday’s menu on Saturday, allowing myself tortilla chips at dinner before consuming chicken fajitas (without tortillas) which definitely were not prepared with flaxseed oil. I added chocolate to the menu in the evening and wasn’t surprised to see an extra ½ lb. on the scale Sunday morning.
By Sunday evening, I didn’t want to see another green pill. After a dinner of a tofu hot dog (not allowed, but seriously, how bad could it be?) and spinach cooked in flaxseed oil and garlic (note to self—-don’t cook with flaxseed oil), I was ravenous and went for anything whole grain I could find. I capped off my night with a sugar-free pudding cup and another mug of the infernal dandelion root tea.
This morning, I decided my cleanse was over. I learned a few interesting things while following Gittleman’s proscribed routine—-that dairy products in some way contribute to my seasonal allergy symptoms, that I need to drink more water and cut back on diet soda, that I need to eat more fresh, non-starchy vegetables rather than loading up on fruit, and that carbs, whole-grain or not, do tend to make me tired. But I will not be “cleansing” any more this spring. Or summer. Or autumn or winter. I am a testament to “everything in moderation.” I am returning to Weight Watchers Core program humbled and grateful for my whole grain pasta, watermelon and diet soda.
I just wish I could return the dandelion tea.
Seventy-four dollars later, I am feeling wholly… duped. Based on Ann Louise Gittleman’s The Living Beauty Detox Diet, I trotted off to the homeopathic section of my local organic grocery store and purchased organic, unsweetened cranberry juice, dandelion root tea, two bottles of “First Cleanse,” Barlean’s Greens (a superfood mix of a whole lotta stuff that I wouldn’t otherwise eat), and flaxseed oil. I was supposed to also buy something called “Super G.I. Cleanse” but it wasn’t available and I was too wiped to search out regular Metamucil.
Friday morning, I dutifully woke up and drank 2 glasses of filtered water. I also consumed the recommended “Living Beauty Elixir,” which amounted to 8 oz. unsweetened cranberry juice and three horsepills of Barlean’s Greens. Barlean’s actually came in powder form, but the pills form was enough to turn my stomach on its own.
A word about cranberry juice: this is not your kid’s Ocean Spray. This is an entirely different kind of cranberry. Think intense. Think almost syrup-like consistency. Think bitter. Now think of mixing a fiber powder into this and attempting to drink it.
According to the sample menu plan, in addition to the water, the elixir and the greens, I was also supposed to consume a cup of dandelion root tea. It took some getting used to—-roasted dandelion roots aren’t exactly what I would put in my tea cup, given the choice—-but I got through two cups a day. Dandelion root is meant to cleanse your liver, which is the organ of the season, according to psycho nutritionist Gittleman. Each season had its own organ. Gittleman walks you through a little quiz to determine what season is your “season” for cleansing. I ended up with winter, which doesn’t surprise me, since I basically shut down and hibernate from two weeks before the holidays until way after Puxatawney Phil makes his predictions. But after assigning me a season, Gittleman stated that cleansing is good in any season. And as I wanted to detox, I decided to follow Spring. Hence the dandelion root tea.
Feeling more fully saturated than I had in a very long time, I took a break before dealing with breakfast. Like most low-carb diets (and I hadn’t realized this was low-carb until I was $74 in the hole), breakfast is all about eggs. Unlike most low-carb diets, however, there was nary a slice of cheese in sight. Apparently dairy is one of the major allergens in the world, and Gittleman advises no dairy during the cleansing phase of spring. Once you decide to “maintain” your cleansed state however (which can be three days to two weeks into the cleanse, depending on your level of toxicity, which is determined based on the test you took), you can add one to two cups of whole or goat’s milk yogurt, or one to two cups of whole milk or 2% cottage cheese per day. Whole milk yogurt! Unsweetened, no less!
Breakfast on Friday consisted of two scrambled eggs, sliced cucumber and sliced tomato. That was it. No toast. No cheese. No vegetarian sausage. But because of the onslaught of liquids prior to breakfast, I was actually very full.
Feeling very awake, since I hadn’t had any carbs to cloud my thinking (which I do, sadly, believe is a by-product of most carbs for me personally), I was ready to go, ready to play outside and garden and chase cars around the house with Sam.
Thirty minutes later, I was intensely hungry and I had a splitting headache. I had also peed twice, which was probably why. Psycho Gittleman said that at mid-morning, I could have two glasses of water. It helped—-a little. But I was looking forward to lunch.
I shouldn’t have bothered. Based on the guidelines in the book, lunch was mixed greens with tomato and cucumber, with six oz of canned tuna and dressing of flaxseed oil and lemon juice. No liquids with lunch, but mid-afternoon, I could have 1 ½ cups of strawberries along with two glasses of water. I decided to take my chance and have my mid-afternoon snack with my lunch.
Fruit, by the way, is limited to two servings per day, and is seasonal in nature. Meaning, if I followed her to the letter (which I wasn’t doing, even after just six hours of being on program), I couldn’t have watermelon or blueberries until after June 22, since those were summer fruits. I also had to relegate any consumption of bread to winter, when sprouted bagels (what the hell is a sprouted bagel?) and rye bread were allowed on the maintenance part of the winter cleanse.
My headache went away and I guzzled extra water to keep it at bay. I looked forward to dinner, but wondered what I would eat, as Marc and I were to go out by ourselves for the first time in months.
I scanned the menu at Encore. We sat in silence as we both tried to find something to eat. Marc said “nothing’s jumping out at me,” and I agreed, but for different reasons. The pasta dishes loomed large, but pasta wasn’t allowed until Autumn, and it had to be spelt pasta, which sounded nastier than it probably was. I love whole wheat pasta and prefer it to white. But I was clueless about spelt in general.
I opted for a chicken and brie salad, rationalizing that my entire caloric intake for the day was probably hovering at about 700, so one slice of brie cheese wouldn’t hurt me. Ditto for a slice of white bread dipped in oil as we were waiting for our dinners to arrive. I dutifully ordered water, even though diet soda looked more appetizing than it ever had before.
Before retiring for the evening, I had my second dose of Living Beauty elixir, two glasses of water, First Cleanse and dandelion root tea. For the first time in thirty years, I wondered if I would make it through the night without wetting my bed.
I woke up Saturday morning and gingerly stepped on the scale. I was 2 lbs. lighter! Gittleman was a miracle worker! I felt cleansed! I felt light, fluid and happy. But I was starving and my head was beginning to throb.
I repeated most of Friday’s menu on Saturday, allowing myself tortilla chips at dinner before consuming chicken fajitas (without tortillas) which definitely were not prepared with flaxseed oil. I added chocolate to the menu in the evening and wasn’t surprised to see an extra ½ lb. on the scale Sunday morning.
By Sunday evening, I didn’t want to see another green pill. After a dinner of a tofu hot dog (not allowed, but seriously, how bad could it be?) and spinach cooked in flaxseed oil and garlic (note to self—-don’t cook with flaxseed oil), I was ravenous and went for anything whole grain I could find. I capped off my night with a sugar-free pudding cup and another mug of the infernal dandelion root tea.
This morning, I decided my cleanse was over. I learned a few interesting things while following Gittleman’s proscribed routine—-that dairy products in some way contribute to my seasonal allergy symptoms, that I need to drink more water and cut back on diet soda, that I need to eat more fresh, non-starchy vegetables rather than loading up on fruit, and that carbs, whole-grain or not, do tend to make me tired. But I will not be “cleansing” any more this spring. Or summer. Or autumn or winter. I am a testament to “everything in moderation.” I am returning to Weight Watchers Core program humbled and grateful for my whole grain pasta, watermelon and diet soda.
I just wish I could return the dandelion tea.
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