Doh! When I created this blog, I never thought about there being another UnDiet out there. In fact there’s even UnDiet 90 Day Diet. Huh? Maybe I’m reading it wrong ? Because they’re talking about gluten-free (that’s a diet), and a 90 Day Diet (that’s a diet), so how can it be Un-Diet? Oh, well, I’m not here to criticize them — I just don’t want to get slapped for moving in on somebody’s trademark.
Anyway, I ate even less than I did yesterday in my 6 hours. So that part is good. I was working hard at the ‘puter, and you KNOW how focused people get at the ‘puter, and 5 hours had flown by since I had breakfast, but I wasn’t hungry. I forced myself to eat some crackers and peanut butter because I didn’t want to be hungry later. And no, that’s not Jif or Skippy or some other sugar-corn syrup-ridden brand. We only eat Arrowhead Mills Organic Peanut Butter which we get from Vitacost.com. Talk about tasting more like fresh peanuts. The weird thing is I like it even better than when I used to get it at Sunflower straight from the peanut machine! Anyway, I couldn’t even finish but a few crackers with PB.
In all fairness, I’ve been kind of nauseous all day, which is unusual unless my diastolic blood pressure is way high, which I doubt. Now that I’m exercising daily, not stressed, and taking my cinnamon capsules, my blood sugar stays down, and so does my blood pressure. I’m not sure how often that is equated. After years of out-of-control hypertension even on meds, all my doctors did was give me more meds and higher dosages of existing meds.
It took my daughter-in-law to read an article by Dr. Mercola and put two and two together for me about the blood sugar/blood pressure connection. As long as the blood sugar stays down, so does the blood pressure. And the blood sugar stays down with regular exercise. In fact, shortly I won’t even need the cinnamon capsules (improves blood sugar control) because I will be doing the HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) for these 90 days.
Now, I have to confess that due to my nausea, I didn’t ride the bike today, but I did get out and do a lot of weeding. I have a lovely park-like lawn, so I try my best to keep the dandelions dug up and the grass pulled out of the flowers. (By the way, the park-like lawn is not my doing. Where we live now, the same family lived here for 50 years, and the last one just passed away a few months ago. They kept this fabulous lawn, planted tons of flowers which I have delighted seeing come into bloom throughout the spring and now changing into summer. I’m just trying to be a good steward of this amazing gift.)
I initially thought my smoothie was going to be a disaster this morning when I found that I only had about 1/3 of a cup of almond milk left. I searched for what I could substitute, and saw two cartons of coconut water chilling in the back of the fridge. I usually just keep those in case I feel dehydrated or need to replenish quickly. But I poured in 2/3 of a cup, and added my other usual ingredients — 1 banana, 1/4 cup of dried coconut, and 1/4-1/3 c of melted coconut oil. Blended all together, I honestly could not tell that it was any different from any other day with my full cup of coconut milk.
The thing I wanted to talk a bit about today is visceral fat. For years, even after I left my school-girl figure and started putting on weight, I was always pleased with my hour-glass figure. I seemed to get larger proportionally, and a big belly wasn’t part of it. But somewhere in the course of the last 5 years or so, a switch flipped for me. There could have been many contributing factors — the Prozac that I was on for too many years, my growing insulin resistance, going through menopause, and of course an on-again-off-again sedentary lifestyle. Okay, that’s not visceral fat — the kind that you can pinch is subcutaneous (which is not good either). But my doctor keeps telling me I have “slightly elevated liver enzymes,” and my specialist keeps asking me if I drink. Hardly. We’re the kind of couple that buys a six pack to celebrate something, and two months later, 4 out of the 6 bottles are still in the fridge. No, what they’re talking about is non-alcoholic fatty liver. That’s visceral fat. That’s the really dangerous stuff. THAT’s the stuff I have to get rid of — reverse the switch — and make exercise a daily habit for the rest of my life. That’s what this is all about.
I do a liver detox about once a year and I take milk thistle as a matter of course to keep my liver clear. I just started using the milk thistle (silymarin) after my specialist made me swear to him that I don’t drink. ::rolls eyes:: Ooh, I didn’t mention either that once I started doing the resistance exercise and taking the cinnamon capsules, that I was able to get off all but the lowest dose of two blood pressure meds, and I intend to do away with those as well once I get in this daily exercise habit. Yay!
One more thing — the client whose report inspired all of this to begin with wrote back, and he’s doing everything I am, including the HIIT, except for the intermittent fasting. I’m thinking that may be the key to it all, which is what I suspected in the first place. I’m flipping that switch BACK!
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