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Winter Weight…go away!!!!!!!!

In response to this post, starting this past Monday was the first day towards achieving my personal goal of losing all the winter weight I’ve gained during these past cold months. Not defend myself, but this was my first winter in four years, so I think my body just freaked out.

I’m trying to follow the eating/food mentality of my favorite Real Housewife, Bethenny Frankel. Don’t laugh that I’m allowing reality tv intervene into my real life, but I really do like her thoughts and habits towards staying thin. (I.E. Taste everything, Eat nothing; NO to processed foods) AND she says she only works out 3-4 days a week doing yoga. I think my body type is completely capable of doing that, as long as I don’t continue allowing my eyes to be bigger than my stomach.

So I’m off…..my svelteness is on its way back!

Reader Mail: Getting Back on Your Feet (Literally)

nutritionista:

Recently, I received an email from reader Cary, which I got permission to share. I’m honored that she wanted to share her story with me. It’s a story of resilience; using a setback to ramp up instead of back down. If you have a few minutes, read the whole thing. I have no doubt some or all of it will resonate with you. (Edited slightly, bolding mine.)

Last Sunday I was about three minutes into my weekend long run (was planning to do 8 miles in Central Park) when I was hit by a cab and broke my ankle. I was obviously devastated, panicked, and shocked because a) I was in a ton of pain, b) I have no health insurance, and c) no running for at least two months!! Doctor’s orders. Heart-breaking stuff.  But then I took a little time to read about runners who’ve taken involuntary sabbaticals due to injury, and I decided that I wouldn’t let these 6-8 weeks get the best of me. I decided to treat this break not as a hellish spiral in sloth-like idleness and weight gain, watching my muscles atrophy, but I’d take control of the situation and come out on the other end with a new respect for my body and its healing processes.

A little backstory: I started running in 2003 as a freshman in high school. I had never been athletic but immediately fell in love with the sport. Thanks to a 24/7 salad bar at my sorority house and, after I got my own apartment, an enormous and inexpensive grocery store, I managed to lose 15 pounds and be the healthiest I’ve ever been. My eating habits were impeccable (at times a little rigid and neurotic), but I looked great and felt amazing. I ate like a runner should - fuel first, treats if I can afford them, run off the desserts with an extra mile later.

When I graduated and got a job, chaining me to a desk 9 hours a day, I also discovered happy hour and fatty foods. The one-time rabbit (nothing but salads, baby) developed a serious addiction for….bar food?! Jalapeno poppers, cheese dips, burgers, quesadillas, mac ‘n cheese. If it was loaded with saturated fat and/or deep fried, I was in heaven. Within six months I put on 10 pounds. Within the next year I added 7 more.

Despite the change in diet I continued to run, but I slowed down considerably (despite running the Hamptons marathon in September in my fastest time ever, 3:37). I felt gross. My skin looked bad, heart burn, general sluggishness and lack of energy. Disgusting. Not to mention a total lack of self esteem because I a) gained nearly 20 pounds, and b) could not seem to control my over-eating and new bad habits.

That all changed last Sunday.

When I broke my leg and became literally incapacitated, unable to do even light cardio for the next month, I had a legit epiphany. The only way I will be able to maintain my shape (I don’t care if I don’t lose weight right now) will be to eat right. So in the past week I have completely revamped my diet - with inspiration drawn heavily from your blog - and not only do I feel better than I have felt in months and months, but I look better too. My face has de-puffed, I’m less hungry for bad foods, and I finally have the self-discipline to stop eating when I am satisfied, as opposed to when I am so full my tummy hurts. Thank God for FreshDirect or else none of this would be possible. But last week I stocked up on fruit, a ton of veggies, low-fat yogurt, roast chicken, Fiber One Honey Cluster cereal, 1% cottage cheese, hummus, Amy’s Organic soups, whole grain bread. I feel like a new person.

I’m so excited to take these next several weeks to reacquaint myself with good food, build some new culinary habits, and get back on the trail in May with the outlook I lost a couple years ago. I feel no guilt about not being able to work out while I’m convalescing, but have managed to get down to the gym twice in the past week to lift weights, do a lot of crunches, and even ride a couple miles on the stationary bike while pedaling with just my left leg. (Funny sight to see.)

I cannot wait to rediscover running and start training for the next marathon with a body that has been transformed by a healthy little vacation, and I couldn’t have done it without your blog, recipes, and inspiration. Just wanted to share my story with you and say thanks.

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Death by U2

My coworker is blasting a bad cover version of “We are the world” and I’m trying to drown it out by blasting U2’s album ‘Boy’.

Come Fly Away……..

Last night, my boyfriend took me out on a date (dinner followed by a Broadway show!). He picked me up at work, and we walked aimlessly down 9th Avenue until we found a restaurant that looked visibly appealing. We decided on eating at Bocca Di Bocco, a cozy Italian restaurant with a rustic wood interior and walls lined with wine bottles. The food was delicious, the wine was cooling, and the atomsphere was warm and pleasant. We were enjoying dinner so much, we didn’t realize we had 10 minutes to get to the show.

We got there just in time! The show is basically the song catalog of Frank Sinatra (played by an onstage big band) with dancing choregraphed by Twyla Tharp. I have to say I enjoyed the second half of the show more than the first half. The beginning of the show played all of his ‘big band’ songs, trumpets blaring, large crescendos, bravado style singing and the dance was very ‘Broadway/musical theatre’ for lack of a better term. The music in the second half (One for my Baby; My Way) lent itself more to the fluid choreography. My only negative comment is there was one dancer, Rika Okamoto, whose dancing was so awful and significantly sub-par in comparison to the rest of the dancers, that I couldn’t stand anytime she was on stage. As a professional dancer, you need to use and feel every limb….all the way down to the tips of your fingers and toes. This one dancer Rika only felt an overall feeling, and her limbs had absolutely no fluidity to them at all. Overall, she sucked.

I really enjoyed the show, and if you love to dance, I would definitely recommend Come Fly Away!