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Oops, I had a Maxibon

13 Sep

Last night, I cooked a deliciously healthy meal for The Lad and me: lamb cutlets on a bed of minted peas, lemon, ricotta and spicy sweet potato.

I added it to My Fitness Pal and completed the day just a few calories short of my daily allowance.

And then I had a Maxibon. It was calling to me from the freezer at the 7-Eleven. ‘Eaaaat me, Kat! Eaaaaat meeeee!’ All it took was for The Lad to grab one for himself, and my resolve was unraveled.

I’ll admit, it tasted a-ma-zing. And, having already made the decision to eat it, I really enjoyed the snack. I savoured its sweetness, delighted in the crunchy texture and devoured it in minutes.

In the past, I would have beaten myself up about scoffing something that wasn’t in  my nutrition plan. I would have eaten it guiltily and tried to pretend it never happened.

Acknowledge and move on

Now? I no longer beat myself up. I acknowledge that I went a bit cray-cray and try to understand why I did. I know I ate the Maxibon because I wanted to reward myself for sticking to my fitness plan. I realise how illogical that is!

I’ve decided that next time I want to reward myself, I’ll go to the movies, have a epsom salt bath or read a magazine. I’ll find food-free ways to pat myself on the back.

Here’s something I’m learning – life is for living. If that means I want to indulge in a sweet treat every now and then, I’ll do it and enjoy it. If I feel like counteracting that with a few more lunges or going for a run, I’ll do it and enjoy it. I’ll celebrate my decisions and applaud myself for being in control of those decisions.

And if I feel like it, I’m going to have a Maxibon. Who’s with me? 🙂

The dreaded weekend binge

9 Nov

I’ve been doing the ‘no sugar thing’ on-and-off for weeks now. The longest sugar-free stint I’ve survived is three weeks. It often ends with my face in a bowl of Reese’s Miniatures.

Monday to Friday, nine to five, I can easily survive on a healthy diet of veggies, porridge, nuts, seeds, protein and sugarless carbs. I strut around the office and dismiss offers of chocolate, smirking as I say, ‘No thanks, I’m off sugar’. My skin is clear, my ‘poonch’ (the affectionate name for the lovely fat roll that smothers my hips) has disappeared and I couldn’t care less about food.

The weekends, however, are my undoing. All I can think about is food! The inner west of Sydney is my little hub of gluttony – the endless restaurant signs scream at me, ‘Thai! Italian! Greek! Indian! Pizza! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar!’ The supermarket becomes my enemy. I no longer see the rich Greek yoghurt, rich red tomatoes and ripened avocados. Instead, I become fixated on Doritors, donuts and those bloody Reese’s Miniatures!

To combat my weekend write-offs, I’ll attempt to read a chapter from David Guillespie’s Sweet Poison Quit Plan. I’ll flick through Sarah Wilson’s I Quit Sugar e-book. I’ll cook a big batch of scrummy vegetable ‘something-a-rother’. But nothing works.

It doesn’t help that Saturday and Sunday mornings I work up a massive appetite doing rowing training or racing. It also doesn’t help that I’m an all-or-nothing girl. You know the drill – the packet of Tim Tams is sitting on the coffee table. You tell yourself you’ll just have one, a little treat, and put the packet back in the fridge. Oh, but today was meant to be your ‘good’ day! Now you have 10 Tim Tams and no one to share them with. You can’t keep crap like that in the house when you’re meant to be eating healthily! It’s OK, you’ll scoff the lot now so that they’re all gone and you can start eating healthily again tomorrow.

Why is it that during the working week, I am a health nut, yet on weekends I go on a bingeing rampage?

It’s not just me!

Before going (sorry, attempting to go) sugar-free, I subscribed to the ’80-20’ rule. That is, eat and exercise well 80% of the time and indulge 20% of the time. I like this rule – it allows me to justify being restrained most of the time, and becoming a crazed sugar-scoffing madwoman the rest. It means I can enjoy (guilt-free) all those fun food-centered activities – dinner with friends, dessert with the man, Malteasers at the movies, glass of wine at girly catch-ups…Then I realised I was justifying eating crap at virtually any occasion:

  • Stressed from work? Chocolate.
  • Boring night in? Ice cream and chocolate. Or chocolate ice cream.
  • Strolling around sunny Darling Harbour? Gelato. Usually chocolate.
  • Night before boot camp? Anything I can get my hands on. Hey, I’m exercising tomorrow, I’ll work it off!

To find out why I pig out from 5pm Friday til 9am Monday, I went a-Google-ing. Turns out, there’s a fair bit of research being carried out on people who chow down at the end of the working week.

One study found that people ate 400 calories more on weekends than weekdays, equating to around 20 per cent more.  Sounds about right to me!

According to dietician and exercise physiologist Kim Gorman, this is because “many dieters [are] creating a calorie deficit Monday through Friday but filling it — and more — during the weekend.”

She says the problem lies in unstructured weekends and a change in routine. That’s definitely the case for me – I have set eating times at work. But when I sleep in until 10am on Saturday, my whole weekend is out of whack.

How to eat like it’s Wednesday

An article by Megan Othersen for Rodale Inc, offers some practical tips for treating a weekend day like a Wednesday.

I’m going to try a few this weekend and let you know how I go.

1.    No sleep-ins

I relish my sleep-ins, especially as I’m up at 4.30am most mornings for rowing. However, Megan reckons it’s easier to stick to a healthy eating regime if your eating schedule is constant. So this weekend, I’ll be breaking the fast at 7am (gaa!).

2.    Log it

I use a great free app called My Fitness Pal to track my eating and exercise, though it gathers virtual cobwebs on weekends. This weekend I’ll record all my eating and see if it prevents a blow-out.

3.    Eat the same breakfast

This isn’t in Megan’s list, but I reckon if I eat my weekday brekkie of porridge with rice milk, nuts and chia seeds, I’ll be less likely to scoff sweets later in the day.

4.    Exercise

With the Head of the Parramatta rowing regatta testing my fitness levels this Saturday morning, I can easily stick to this rule. The challenge, however, will be not using the race to justify a later pig-out!

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