That's right - despite what you may have thought I'm not dead (and neither is Muddy for that matter). While both Muddy and I have survived the first four weeks of this ordeal, this weekend was what you would call a complete pain in the ass. Take a regional event which celebrates the shedding of oppressive English rule, add a little bit of Father's Day festivities, and you get me and Muddy devising ways to make a beer seem like it fits in our diet. Depending on how you count carbs it works, and if it doesn't? Oh well. If I don't get a six pack because of a beer or three I've got bigger problems.
We actually fared much better than I thought, and that's because of our very awesome sister. Knowing that we wouldn't be able to eat most of the charred mammal flesh that everyone else got to enjoy she took it upon herself to research some P90X-friendly recipes. Muddy and I got to feast on some tandori chicken and this very yummy pork loin, so there weren't a whole lot of complaints in the food department. The cake and chocolate covered strawberries were beckoning, but Muddy's assurances of "bro, it's not going to be nearly as good as you think - so it's not worth it" kept me away.
I did manage to sneak a few beers (with the help of "ingenius" diet planning), and in the end I paid for it. It's been a solid month since having any alcohol, let alone a beer, and my body wasn't happy. My stomach was is knots at the end of the night, and I pretty much had a horrible night's sleep. I can't say for sure if it was the beer or not, but that's the only thing I had all day that was out of the ordinary. Since all signs point to the beer as the culprit I'm not going to be having any problems avoiding it for the next two months. It just wasn't worth it to feel like utter crap. I guess my body really does like being fed well - go figure.
So, this week start our second month of the workouts as well as moving to the second phase of the diet. Since I was at my Dad's today I wasn't able to hit the food store, so I'll be scrounging tomorrow morning/afternoon for food until I'm able to go shopping. Muddy and I are both ready to kick things into high gear this month, and more than anything I'm ready for some CARBS!!!
We actually fared much better than I thought, and that's because of our very awesome sister. Knowing that we wouldn't be able to eat most of the charred mammal flesh that everyone else got to enjoy she took it upon herself to research some P90X-friendly recipes. Muddy and I got to feast on some tandori chicken and this very yummy pork loin, so there weren't a whole lot of complaints in the food department. The cake and chocolate covered strawberries were beckoning, but Muddy's assurances of "bro, it's not going to be nearly as good as you think - so it's not worth it" kept me away.
I did manage to sneak a few beers (with the help of "ingenius" diet planning), and in the end I paid for it. It's been a solid month since having any alcohol, let alone a beer, and my body wasn't happy. My stomach was is knots at the end of the night, and I pretty much had a horrible night's sleep. I can't say for sure if it was the beer or not, but that's the only thing I had all day that was out of the ordinary. Since all signs point to the beer as the culprit I'm not going to be having any problems avoiding it for the next two months. It just wasn't worth it to feel like utter crap. I guess my body really does like being fed well - go figure.
So, this week start our second month of the workouts as well as moving to the second phase of the diet. Since I was at my Dad's today I wasn't able to hit the food store, so I'll be scrounging tomorrow morning/afternoon for food until I'm able to go shopping. Muddy and I are both ready to kick things into high gear this month, and more than anything I'm ready for some CARBS!!!
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