Carbs

People ask, "How is your diet going?"  I don't annoyingly correct them...it's a LIFESTYLE change.  I find people who do that hmmmmmmm, well dead ANNOYING.  I just do this.

It's all good!

 Truth is, I AM doing a diet.  I am doing an extreme fitness transformation with very specific goals, meals, and my food is LIMITED.  It's not limited in calories, in fact, I am eating 6x a day.  (I am actually eating so much I fucking feel so damn full.  YOU eat protein, a cup of broccoli, and brown rice.....then try to eat again 3 hours later.  FUCK!)  But limited in types of food and how they are prepared.  I am eating very little salt (makes for some gaggy meals), I'm trying not to eat at restaurants, and I'm eating real, fresh, organic food.  It's a whole lot more unseasoned broccoli than one EVER needs to eat....and DO NOT get me started on egg whites.  MOTHER. FUCKING. EGG. WHITES.

Fucking egg whites.....no salt.......nuthin.

I absolutely eat carbs.  They are NOT the enemy. I eat HEALTHY carbs (brown rice, quinoa, sweet potatoes, green veggies).  I do carb "cycling". Look that shit up!

Me tonight!!!!!  CARBZZZZZZ!  Sweet potato madness!!!!

 

 

Word.

Bitches be eating the WRONG kind of carbs!

 I plan on doing a ton of research during this challenge so I can keep some of these meals but also begin to cook healthy but tasty food for the long run.  Food my kids will eat.  Food that will help me sustain a "lifestyle" change.  



I really, really love working out. I am so lucky that it's not a "chore" for me.  I've added Crossfit and the weight room!  And I like it more and more as I get more comfortable with each.  Next week I'd like to up my weights a bit.  This week I kept the weights low so I could practice form and to make sure I'm not going to injure my back....a-fuckin-gain.

Just kidding.  I LOVE cardio too!

The hardest part for me is the food.  So I just wake up every morning and commit myself to being healthy for the day.  You NEVER know how dependent you are on food as a "mood soother" until some really stressful shit happens.  A death in the family, a stressful work situation, an argument with someone.  My literal first thoughts are....I need wine....and some kind of pasta.

Every fucking day.  Focus and refocus!

This is a perfect body to me!  Curvy and tight.  Holy shit!  I would so make out with this chick!

K guys, I gotta go pack my meals for work tomorrow.  AND I need to help my kid with homework!  Always in parting, I say peace!



Oh and remember...don't.  go.  to.  Walmart!

This HAS to be photo shopped.  Right?  Fucking right??

Back titties.  Enough said.