Diet is a pain in the ass. You listen to all the podcasts, you read all the books, Bulletproof, IIFYM, Vince Gironda, Low Carb, High Carb, Zone, Twinkie Diet, and on and on and freakin'on.
I like the beer and quesadilla diet, but you won't lose weight on it very easily. Well, if you ate just that and drank just that, you would lose weight. I ate chicken wings and drank beer for pretty much all summer one time and lost a bunch of weight. I'd fast until like 2pm and then have wings and like ten Budweiser pony's. During the day, I would lift and do 30 minutes of the recumbent bike, usually first thing in the morning. But then I started to see the weight coming off and then I'd get crazy and get miserable and do cabbage and beef and a few sweet potatoes and two hours of cardio plus lifting and I'd feel like I didn't wanna do anything but smack somebody. That's some miserable stuff right there.
So in the meantime, you go on, confused as hell because these guys with doctorates are telling you that this works but then other ones with doctorates are telling you that what they think works and what to believe?
So what does it all mean, where does it all go from here? This is groundbreaking stuff, I think. I really think that...........
You must listen to your body. Crazy, I know.
Now, this is not for people who have absolutely no idea about macro nutrients and protein and carbs, and just the general knowledge thing. I am saying this because some people have no idea what eating right means or even training right , and that's okay, for those folks, it's a different ballgame, start reading, get some general knowledge. Get real confused and then go back to what your grandmother said to eat, and unless she was a Cheeto fanatic, you will be fine. Probably just good for you stuff unless she is real young and then, well then, you are screwed. If that is the case, try to find what your great grandmother ate. You'll be alright, then.
So just what am I saying? Not sure, but it's frustrating. Maybe stop reading and just start living?
I remember being in high school and trying to lose weight and then I ate a bunch of pasta midday and my Dad, the wise one said, just eat less later. He was right. I lost weight.
My son Donald lives down South where everything is fried and most of the women go from hot to not hot as they age because of the fried food that is constantly thrust in front of them. I know that is a sweeping generalization but its true in my experience and I am trying to make a point here , so that's that.
So when Donald was trying to lose weight , I just told him to cut down on portion size, because when it's yeast rolls and chicken fried steak night, nobody is gonna make you chicken and green beans. That's sacrilegious, it is. So what does he do? He watches his portions and damn if he didn't lose a bunch of weight and he looks just fine and says that he feels miserable if he eats too much and doesn't like that feeling at all, and MAN! I think that he has it all figured, too. A lot more than I do, for sure. Because I will eat a whole cake and then go crazy and lose 40 pounds and eat 10 cakes and gain some back and then go crazy and eat tuna and drink club soda for three months and lose it again. Stupid, I know, and enough after awhile, don't ya think?
So let's summarize here:
Eat what you want but don't make a pig out of yourself, and you will be fine and happy. Maybe have a little more protein than the average guy or gal. Don't beat yourself up over having Wendy's once in a while. Have a bad day where you eat a cheesecake and a mess of fries? So what! Do better tomorrow. Look in the mirror and you don't like what you see? Eat a little less and lift your ass off. It works .
And it always will work.
