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Ironman and Diet

So, here is the problem. I eat anything and everything I want whenever it occurs to me to eat it.
Bike progress is slow. Run progress tapering. Swim progress???? What is that?

CJ said something yesterday that turned on that old bulb waaayyy back in the attic of my brain. Not so much what was said, but what is behind it. We all want to do our best. She simply said "The muscles don't fire right with the wrong kind of fuel." Yeah, and they fire much better when there is less to haul around, too.

It isn't that I have a lot of weight to lose, but there are easily 5-8 lbs around the waist that should go. There are several very nice bike jerseys I do not wear because of the sausage effect. Someone at my health club asked me if I was going to lose all the weight I put on for Green Bay (MORTIFIED!).

My diet is terrible. I pound the gatorade every workout. So each workout is easily 6-1200 calories of the stuff. Not good nutrition there. Most days I forget the vitamin supplements, although I know I eat trash. I found these habits when needing to make weight for the Athena division in Green Bay. My weight was 143-145. Took some pizza to get where I needed to be.

Anyone accustomed to training knows if you cheat calories, the workouts suffer. So you have to be careful when dropping weight, like cutting calories in very small amounts. But I ate a whole frozen pizza myself just last night, which made my older daughter announce that I am a pig. Overweight, and I won't try to tell you I don't eat much to be this way. All these rumblings of discontent, and still no action on my part....

Wake up. I want that Ironman body back. Don't care what the weight in the end is. I've been standing in my own way long enough. Going for a look here. Accountability is a problem, so I'm posting what I eat to make it public. Now, we just need a little more action around here.

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