Diet, bootcamp and poem #2
This is the last Friday I am going to be eating whatever I want. I didn't photograph my food today, because I...can't.
Secretly (well, not so much now), I am saying goodbye to some edible wonders, to restaurants and to my favorites--baked goods and sweets.
No more chocolate. No more macarons. No more cappuccinos. Welcome back, my 'ol friend Americano.
After more than a year, I am seriously beginning a new "eating system" (I dread the word diet), and boot camp with Sassy Fit Seattle. Even though it doesn't look like it, I have to loose *gasp* 50 pounds.
That is correct. By loosing that amount, I'll be a size 6. That means I am not starving myself to the "stick" point. Never. Deflated Latino curves ain't attractive at all.
This is a list of why I am doing this:
- Reconnect with home cooking. Putting those Viking appliances to work (when it comes to appliances, I am a bragger).
- Source my food better. Hit the farmers market more frequently.
- Loose enough weight to go back to practicing ballet, a dream that has been put to the side for a long time. (Of course, you are not going to see me at the Nutcracker, but you will see me slim in a nice dress when I attend this year).
- Walk more, without feeling my heart is going to get out of me and run away.
- Feel and look healthy (and sassy, right?).
- Pull out some great clothes that have been playing "Sleeping Beauty" inside the "Memory Lane" chest.
- Every time I see a dessert I would kill for on a menu, I'll write down the cost. The money I won't spend on it will go to an account, and by the end of the Summer, I am donating it to a charity related to children, or I will buy cameras for my students in Mexico.
Most important: I want to prepare my body in case we decide to have children soon. Last time I went for my annual (both in Seattle and Caracas), I was kindly advised to loose weight by my two doctors. Also, I am asthmatic and my father suffers of type 2 diabetes. Asthma doesn't get worse with the extra pounds BUT they don't help either. In the case of diabetes, I don't think I have to explain any further.
Welcome water, fish, brown rice, all fruits of any genre and color, vegetables, beans, smoothies, and loads of spices. I am ready to take this challenge as well.
It will be hard, especially since I live with the "living furnance", who burns the food as he eats large amounts of it. The photos in the post are his, and were taken in Riga, Latvia, while we visited the main market in the city.
Now, I am welcoming back the other challenge.
Poem número dos is a haiku, my first one. I will miss a fair amount of food, but we shall be reunited.
Pork belly, chocolate and rum
from afar--with tear in my eyes
I will contemplate you, wave goodbye
(pleasing someone else's taste buds).
Happy Easter, my friends.
