Showing posts with label shred diet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shred diet. Show all posts

Friday, December 20, 2013

Five for Friday: On dieting

My work husband and I had returned to the cafeteria at work, anxious to fill our second (or third) bowl with mashed potatoes from the company's holiday lunch buffet.

"These are definitely not on the diet," I said to him as I grabbed the bowl, my admission flavored with guilt.

"Yeah. We need to talk about your definition of diet when we get upstairs," he said. To make sure I knew that he was calling me out, he added, "because for weeks you've been touting this new eating plan."

Eating plan does sound so much better than diet, though. Doesn't it? But I could lie no more. The guide I had been following, Dr. Ian Smith's "Shred: The Revolutionary Diet," is most definitely not an eating plan much less the lifestyle we've been coached to create. It is a diet, as the title most definitely announces.

I'm not saying it's a bad thing, necessarily, but I think with many things, we too often hope to find the next big thing and fool ourselves into thinking that we've unlocked the secret to forever happiness, fitness, skinniness. If we can't recognize that what we're doing is a stop gap, we're setting ourselves up for failure.

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Breaking free: A non-Shred lunch of mixed green salad and chicken and rice soup with a side of bread.

Here are five signs that your plan is not a lifestyle:

1. The list of what you can not eat is longer than what you can eat. Shred is the first program where I have been told to eat and when. Meals - all four of them - and the snacks in between are well dictated with little wiggle room. There are good foods, such as vegetables, smoothies and soups, but there are no free foods. Bad foods, though, do exist - white potatoes, white carbs, COFFEE. Let me say that again: Coffee is bad in this plan.

When the foods are limited, it's suffocating. A person will feel limited, obsess over the naughty list and more likely to binge. Hence the mashed potatoes. It also fails to teach a person what to do when a standard meal, like the smoothie for breakfast in Shred, is unavailable.

2. Family/social functions create crippling anxiety and worry. This time of year can be difficult to navigate with parties and family obligations, and it can create its fair share of anxiety among even the healthiest. However, parties should not leave someone incapacitated because she cannot eat what's dictated by a plan selected somewhat arbitrarily.

Case in point: Mark and I went to Louisville three years ago for a fun weekend to be filled with bourbon and rolling hills. I was at my lowest weight, having found success with Weight Watchers, and was feeling confident. However, at that time, I had so narrowly defined how I was allowed to eat that I spent nearly a half-hour staring at the menu of a small town cafe trying to find something safe. My stomach growled and I was near tears but could not let go enough to order something that was off my plan. Not only was I frustrated but so were the waitress and, more importantly, Mark. My eating was creating undue stress and havoc on our vacation.

Note: I firmly believe that Weight Watchers is and can be a lifestyle but I had taken it too far at that point in time.

On the Shred Facebook page, I've seen people post photos of suitcases with Shred-branded popcorn, protein bars and smoothies so they can stay on plan during vacation. While a trip should not be an excuse to binge or eat poorly, it also seems a bit much to pack things that seem "safe."

3. The way of eating becomes a fixation, rather than a facet, of life. It's one thing to casually look at a plan but if you feel compelled to take your book with you to work, to dinner, to bed, it might be more than a resource. It could be a crutch. When making changes, we should make them a part of life so that it becomes intuitive and not the be all, end all.

4. It becomes more about the numbers than it does about how you feel. The scale, calories taken in, inches lost - they are all important to weight loss. However, if they are the only things you are measuring, it could be an equation for disappointment. When I was losing weight on Weight Watchers, I did weigh myself weekly. I did count points. However, I also tracked activity and challenged myself with running. I began to focus on how my body felt when I did things and ate certain foods rather than eating a treat with 10 points.

5. It doesn't get easier. The first week of Shred was deceptively easy. I fell into a rhythm with the meals and snacks, happily drinking protein shakes at 10 a.m. and lunch at 2 p.m. Grilled chicken didn't seem so bad at dinner, and I came up with the best salad ever - greens, red onion, edamame and tuna mixed with 1 teaspoon low fat mayonnaise and wasabi. The second week came and went, and I took a reduction in calories OK. But the third week plan, nearly a liquid diet, was scary and I was stressed just looking at it. I skipped to the fourth week but protein shakes for meals one and two were hard to stomach.

When I have done other things, such as Weight Watchers and sugar detoxes, the plans got easier by the week. I learned how to work with it and live with it. I could go out, I could enjoy things, without guilt. And that's the thing about diets - they are designed with such rigidity that they set us up to associate food with guilt.

By the way, in case you were wondering, as of today I am done with Shred. I cannot nor do I want to live a day where three out of four meals are shakes/smoothies or soup.

Note: These points are observations I have made while adhering, mostly, to the Shred diet. I am not a registered dietitian or health coach.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

My pot runneth over

Hoarders, I have a problem.

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Over the weekend, I had the exciting task of cleaning out the deep freeze in the basement. It seemed to be bursting at the seems, and I was struggling to put in the weekly essentials (Mark's frozen meals + pizza).

I pulled nearly everything out - pizzas, meals, disgusting French toast sticks - and discovered that the bottom of the freezer was filled with milk jugs with ice. (We were instructed to fill containers with water and put at the base of the freezer if we couldn't fill it with food to save energy).

And, I found about a dozen plastic containers of soup. Give or take 10,000.

While I knew I had soup in the freezer - it's a great thing to have on hand as it makes for a quick grab-and-go lunch - I thought it was limited to just a few varieties with two bowls each. As it turns out, I have upwards of a half-dozen varieties with up to three containers of each. There's Sweet Potato Bisque, Smoky Corn Chowder, Baked Potato Soup, Chicken and Rice, White Chicken Chili, Spinach Lentil and Black Bean. Oh, yeah ... and the ham and bean I made this weekend.

It's more than enough soup for me, even as I follow the Shred diet that often has one bowl of soup on the plan a day, and I can definitely share with my mother-in-law without blinking an eye.

So what's the problem?

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I still feel compelled to make more soup.

After seeing Kim's post about zesty bean posole, I went to the international grocery to buy kidney beans and hominy so I could have my own. I'm pretending it's to fill my MIL's freezer as she's having a hip replacement surgery and it's a good way to use my canned salsa but I know I'm lying to myself.

It's because I've spent too much time watching "Alaska: The Last Frontier" and think I want need to have a buffet of soups to survive the winter.

Stay tuned: I'll be thawing some black bean soup so that I can share my once improvised, now documented recipe.


So tell me: What's your favorite soup recipe for cold winter days?

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

On judging motivation

My old self would sort of hate me right now.

She would hate me for checking out a "diet" book from the library. She'd hate me for thumbing through it on the drive to Cincinnati. She'd hate me for considering the plan.

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She'd hate me because she didn't appreciate my motivation. To her, trying to lose 5 or 10 pounds to look better or run faster wasn't a good enough precipitous to hop on the wagon and hold steady through the holidays. To her, the only people who should be thumbing through diet books and grasping for change were those who needed and not those who merely wanted to. With a clothing size in the single digits, to her, I would not get to say "I needed to lose weight." I needed to be content.

Note: I do not think I need to lose weight as I am within the healthy weight range for my height. However, I'd like to get a pair of winter pants from storage without that "Oh fuck, will they fit?" pang in my stomach. 

I was thinking of this as I drove to work with Dr. Ian Smith's "Shred" on the passenger seat, scraps of paper bookmarking pages of interest. I had borrowed the book after getting curious about Dolvett Quince's new book, "The 3-1-2-1 Diet," which led me to Amazon reviews, which suggested Dr. Ian Smith, which ... well, you get the picture.

I was thinking about why others think it's OK to decide whether someone should do something seemingly beneficial for themselves and whether they have "good enough" motivation.

For instance, I was chatting with my aunt over Thanksgiving. My aunt is incredibly adorable - funny, nice and just plain cute. She's one of those people who has always been thin, though, I'll be honest, I have no idea whether or not she works for it. A few years back, a friend of hers was joining a women's only gym in an effort to lose weight and my aunt decided to go as well. She figured it would be a good way to support her friend and the exercise wouldn't hurt either. The ladies in the club, however, weren't so sure. She didn't have to be there ... so why was she?

My aunt heard it time and time again. So much so that she vowed that the next time a comment was made, she would tell them a harrowing tale of weight loss. The next time she was there, sure enough, her interest was called out. She told the person that she'd lost 100 pounds and was working to keep it off. To my aunt's surprise, the commentator's tune changed - applauding her for her accomplishment and continued hard work.

Interesting, eh?

While I don't advocate lying, I do find it interesting that others find it more permissible for people to work toward goals - eating better, exercise, weight loss - based on their perceptions of what's acceptable rather than what's healthy. As long as we are doing it for our own reasons, the specifics shouldn't matter.

And that's what I have to say about that.