Oct 29, 201210:49 AMDSM Lifestyle Challenge
Getting Fit BEFORE the New Year
Do Cheese And Champagne Count as Lean Protein?
I’ve always liked my personal trainer Terry Wosmek’s quirky sense of humor. She keeps telling me to take the skin off the chicken before I eat it, remove the egg yolks from the eggs and just eat the whites, and avoid pizza. Good one, Terry!
But she must have a very dry sense of humor, because she says it with a straight face. Gradually it’s dawning on me that if Terry was serious enough about her own diet to win a bikini competition (yes, there is such a thing), she may be serious about me cutting the fat. And the carbs. And the taste.
Ok, she didn’t tell me I have to cut the taste. It just seems like a natural conclusion of this lean protein she wants me to start munching. The working out part is no problem—there are a lot of mirrors I can flex in front of, and I think it’s fun to be strong enough to suddenly lift my wife up in the air. (She feels otherwise). But the eating is another story. In Terry’s own words:
“Think eggs, turkey, skinless chicken, and natural peanut butter.”
What? Where are the nachos? What happened to the Chocolate Frosted Mini-Wheats? Actually, the Cereal Situation has gotten even worse than it was at the beginning of this challenge. I’ve been furtively sneaking bowls of Quaker Toasted Oatmeal, but I made the mistake of introducing my wife to Terry at my last training session.
“Body-building is 80% diet,” Terry told Alicia, or words to that effect.
“I’m not buying any more cereal,” Alicia told me.
I probably don’t have grounds to complain. Since I’m not trying to lose weight, I don’t have to hit the salad bar or drink bizarre weight-loss shakes. But it seems like a cruel irony that after being told I’m supposed to eat five or six times a day—which would normally be great news!—I learn I’m supposed to be eating, well, healthy stuff. It’s like hearing you get to go on vacation for a week, but then you find out it’s to Iowa.
You’ll hear more from me as this challenge goes on. In the meantime, I’ve got to go eat. Don’t worry—you’re not missing anything.