Let’s talk about food, baby!! Face it, our life revolves around food. We are constantly thinking about when we can eat next, what we want to eat, what we are craving, where to go for dinner… Even social gathers revolve around food. Who is going to bring what dish, which sports bar to watch the game at or who has the best Tailgating food. Food is everywhere.
Whether we like it or not, food dictates our health and wellbeing. What nutritional choices we make on a regular basis directly relate to many factors in our health. It goes without saying that a diet comprised of McDonalds and Domino Pizza is going to yield less desirable results than one of plenty of protein and vegetables. We all know that eating healthy is the right decision, but it’s definitely not an easy one. In a world filled with nutritional-empty “foods” it can be challenging to pick up an apple rather than the donut next to it.
My depression this summer sent me spiraling from one end of the food pyramid to the other in record time. For six months I had played by the rules. Strict eating, sticking to a very healthy, protein filled diet. I ate every few hours (even when I didn’t want to) and saw the unimaginable benefits from proper nutrition. What I wasn’t prepared for was the consequences I was about to meet when I dropped my nutrition cold turkey.
At first everything I ate made me sick. I would have a stomach ache or severe cramps within minutes of finishing my meal or “snack”. My body didn’t know how to handle the fat and grease and made me feel awful. I immediately noticed my energy levels drop and fatigue set in. By the end of the first week of this reckless behavior I noticed bloating, but nothing alarming enough to make me pump the breaks. My depression worsened as I continued to skip the gym, stopped talking to friends and ate everything in sight. By the end of the third week I took notice of the Me I had become… Suddenly my clothes were no longer fitting.
It only took me three weeks to undo what took me six months to accomplish. This is due to my sudden inactivity and largely due to my poor nutrition. I was sick… I’ve been in shape for the past 2.5 years, I never thought having to lose weight (other than cutting for a show) was something that would plague me ever again. But here I was, faced with the fact that I once again needed to lose weight.
Now I am not saying by any means that I am overweight, but knowing that competing is still at the TOP of my goal list, I knew I had to get back to work. Over the summer my depression lead to (an estimated) 20lb weight gain. It may have been easy to put on, but I knew I was going to have to work to get it back off.
So September 1st was day one back on a “Flexable Competition Diet”. My goal is to get back into the shape I was at my last check in by the end of the year. This gives me 16 weeks to slowly cut and regain control of my health and physique. Twelve to sixteen weeks is the normal cut period for competition prep so I figured this would give me plenty of time to drop the weight slowly and in a HEALTHY manner and prepare my body for full Prep come January.
Being two weeks into my Flexable diet I feel fantastic! I’ve regained so much energy it’s unreal. I no longer nap during the day, I get out of bed easily in the morning, I have energy to just be active again! It is completely incredible how much what you eat affects you. As though feeling better wasn’t good enough, I’ve noticed a major difference in my body as well. The bloating has greatly reduced and my clothes are fitting again (hallelujah). Even though I still have a lot of work to do I can already see and feel the difference and benefits of properly feeding my body. If I’ve been able to regain this type of control in only two weeks, the rest of this journey should prove rewarding!
Yes I’m upset that I allowed myself to regress so much. Yes I’m upset I threw so much hard work away. Yes I’m upset that I still have so much work to do. BUT I am more than willing to put in the dedication because the feeling of being healthy far outweighs the feeling of being out of shape, unhappy or depressed.
My point to this story? What we eat plays a much larger role in our lives than we realize. I allowed my depression to become my excuse to eat poorly. Making these nutritional decisions didn’t make me feel better or help my depression, it only made it WORSE! I was feeding my depression rather than working toward correcting it.
Now when I aimlessly walk into my kitchen looking for something to eat I ask myself: Are you hungry enough to eat an apple? If not, you’re not hungry!! I am focused and ready to right my wrongs and get back on track. Don’t allow your setbacks to keep you from reaching your goals. Be stronger than your excuses and prove to yourself you CAN do it.