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This week I wasn’t as on top of things like meal planning and exercise, but I didn’t fall totally off the wagon. I lost about 1 more pound, which is not too bad considering I cheated a little bit. The fiance and I found a killer price on whole chickens at Costco- 2 for under $9!
No, they weren’t organic, free range lovely birds, but they fit the budget and the diet. We roasted them both up in the oven with some cut up lemons and not much else per the recipe from Stone Soup (they turned out moist and DELICIOUS!). If you haven’t checked out Stone Soup, go do it, right now. Jules Clancy runs the blog, she has a degree in food science, and she is a genius when it comes to simple, healthy, delicious meals.
There is a wealth of PCOS friendly recipes available on her blog, I love it!
Anyway, back to the chicken. We were good the first night- roast chicken, sauteed mushrooms and onions and arugula with parmesan (my own delicious concoction), steamed broccoli and steamed green beans.
Then I got a hankering for chicken pot pie, I’m not sure why, it had been flitting in and out of my mind for months. I finally gave in to the desire. I used up the leftover meat on the first chicken and made two chicken pot pies with the leftover mushroom sautee and pie crust.
It’s the pie crust that does this meal in.
I’m still trying to think of alternatives to the traditional pie crust that won’t kill the delicious comfort that is chicken pot pie.
Anyway, I’m fairly certain that I ate about an entire pie in 3 days, with half of that occurring the first night (can you say, like 100 carbs!?! EEK!)
It was SO good though.
I have found that without having the occasional “mini binge” I am liable to do some real damage.
For example, back when I was eating and exercising properly in high school, I had freaking peanut M&M’s waved under my nose one too many times at First Week, and good God if I didn’t eat a Sam’s sized bag of them, in like one sitting. When you’re taking care of yourself and looking good, girls are brutal.
Well actually, in my experience girls are just brutal no matter what, but God forbid you lose some weight or something.
|SECS taking care of herself (and at the beach!)|
I actually was in really good shape back then. If only I had kept it up. I’ll get back there, not necessarily to the same physical weight and such, but I will be that healthy again. I wanted to give y’all a “before” and “after” that will perhaps motivate you to continue to take care of yourself, or to start. If I could be that healthy before, I can do it again! I weighed about 123 pounds in the beach picture and fit into a size 2 or 4. I was about 170 or so pounds in the pinata one and fit into a size 10 or 12. Amazing, right? By the way, the pinata picture is from September 2011, the beach picture is from June 2005.
I do want to throw out there though, that my relationship with my body has actually improved over time. As I mentioned in a previous post, I was chunky from about the age of 8-12.
I come from a fat hating family, and needless to say I felt pretty awful about my body for a long time.
Surprisingly, although I regret the toll that gaining weight as an adult has taken on my overall health, it has made me realize that I’m lovable and beautiful even if I’m not thin- something that my family never made me feel growing up.
However, not taking care of my body shows that I wasn’t doing too great emotionally for a while.
Thankfully I’m getting back on track. My fiance is supporting me, and his parents have even jumped on the wagon too! They’re still learning about low-carb eating, but his dad has already lost a ton of weight in just a week!
I hope this makes you think about how you treat your body, and what it says about how you feel in general. Who do you look to for support? What motivates you to take charge of your health?
|SECS not taking care of herself (and smacking a pinata!)|