When I joined a gym last summer I was given a personal training session and a personal nutrition evaluation as part of my startup fee. The nutritionist had me track everything I ate one day along with the times that I ate them. My list looked a little bit like this:
7:00 am – 20 oz coffee
1:30 pm – a peppermint Luna bar
5:30 pm – four slices of pepperoni pizza, two Sam Adams Pilsners
7:00 pm – a slice of birthday cake. A corner piece, for optimum frosting ratio.
The nutritionist told me that this simply would not do. First, this diet is void of nutritional value, and secondly, the carb-loading at the end of the day goes straight on my ass. Breakfast, she said, was essential. Then just eat about 300 calories 4 times per day. Seems simple enough.
So I tried it, and it’s difficult. You’re not really hungry, but you’re never really full either. And usually 300 calories does not look like a meal. How about a quarter-cup of granola and a glass of milk? It looks very small. What about a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich? Sure, but you only get one slice of bread. Messy. But it worked, and it helped go from 170 to 150. At one point along the way I can distinctly remember realizing – slowly, and painfully – that “I can never eat like that again.”
And it’s true. I can’t eat like the other kids if I want this to work. I can’t eat four slices of pizza, and I can’t eat cake every day even though I really like cake. But it’s ok – I’ve discovered Bambino pizzas from Trader Joe’s.
They’re only 290 calories and oh so delicious. Even if you burn them.