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There are going to be many phases of training over the next two years. How many phases? I don’t know, I’ll let you know when it’s over. But for the last 72 hours, and after a shameful confession on my running mommy group’s message board, I have embarked on phase one, consisting of two parts:
1)Pre-base training. You know, being able to easily run for an hour without feeling like I might die. Yeah, I’m back to that stage of running. Amazing what two months of sitting on the couch can do for you! And once I get there, then we begin the SLOW process of base training. But that’s another phase, for another blog post.
2) Nutrition. And no, I don’t mean “training nutrition”, and clearly not “race nutrition”. I mean, quit getting 95% of my daily caloric intake from things with high fructose corn syrup and so much artificial coloring my food rivals that of my hot pink nike frees (or shall I say the neon yellow of the Newtons..)
Yes, I have a horrific diet. It’s no secret. I’ve broken up with and gone back to Mountain Dew so many times that it rivals the relationships on a Soap Opera. And I’ve probably posted about it on this blog just as many times. It should also be noted that I would make the perfect poster girl for Taco Bell and Hostess snack cakes. Ohhh how I love my crunchwrap supremes and chocolate cupcakes wth the creme filling (not necessarily together, though I doubt I’d turn it down).
Alas, I realize you shouldn’t even fuel day to day activities like folding laundry and watching reality TV with that crap, never mind endurance sports.
Future Ironman aside, my oldest son is getting to the age (soon to be 4) where he is aware of EVERYTHING that goes on in this house, especially the kitchen. He knows I make him eat the healthy foods while I eat the junk, and is starting to realize this is unfair, despite my “I’m the mom you’ll do as I say” excuse. But a big eye opener? The other day, I made homemade chicken nuggets, and in order for my son to eat them, I had to tell him they were Chik-fil-A nuggets. I hang my head in mommy shame. This was NOT what I pictured when I refused to let Rowen drink formula for the first year of his life, and *only* eat organic foods for the next. Granted, he hardly ever gets to eat fast food, but I just see him so easily falling into my footsteps.
Oh, and did I mention, I’m finishing my degree this year and entering the world as a health and fitness professional? I even got an “A” in nutrition. Go figure that one. So I need not be a giant hypocrite, I hear it’s bad karma. Besides, I’d genuinely prefer to be the “practice what I preach” type and not the “do as I say, not as I do” girl that I am now.
The irony here is I can’t even pull the “it’s so hard to live with a man and their junk food and crazy metabolism” excuse card (sorry guys, but it’s an easy go-to excuse), because Rich hopped on the healthy eating wagon about 3 months ago. All the chips, chocolate and soda in the house? It’s mine all mine.
So bottom line, while there is nothing wrong with the occasional total junky treat, I need to learn the difference between junk as a “treat” and junk as the main staples of my diet.
I aspire to be one of you happy clean eaters who is always posting their latest baking experiments out of flax seed and fresh vegetable puree, I really, truly do. It’s just that refined white sugar has a 28 year grip on me, and that grip is pretty tight.
So, we will see here. Nothing in the past has motivated me to stick with a 90% clean diet. Not even a former trainer telling me I was setting a horrific example for my children (he was right, refer to the above chicken finger conspiracy. Lesson learned).
Perhaps the thought of 140.6 miles of “wonky stomach” might do the trick? I’m thinking so.
*sigh* This may be harder than learning to swim 2.4 miles, open water, while people pummel me with their flying arms and fists…
…but I will win. This time, I will win. Now where’s my green tea, I’m getting the caffeine withdrawal jitters again….
and p.s…. a MILLION thank you’s for all of the awesome comments to my last post. I really was expecting a lot of “good luck…but do you know what you are getting yourself into?” types of replies, but instead, I felt nothing but amazing, supportive vibes. I can’t tell you how much that means to me!