Each Sunday I’m going to backtrack and revisit a post from the past, in light of recent events. It this case, recent events means The Holidays.
When I wrote Sexy, Sexy Food, we talked quite a bit about the relationship we each may or may not have with what we eat. Some people, like my lovely wife Janette and my sister Lindsey, spend their evenings drooling over scandalous photo spreads of spatulas and entrees.
Others, like me, eat so that we don’t die. But this doesn’t mean that I’m immune to the charms of something tasty. I just don’t want to be the one to fix it.
In the last three months, I have gained nineteen pounds and have never been leaner. This took so much eating that I felt like my jaw was always on the verge of breaking. But I didn’t really set out to gain weight, I just made getting stronger the emphasis of my training.
How do you measure strength? Well, if the weights are going up, then you are getting stronger. I finally reached a level (which is still very, very amateur) where the weights were heavy enough that I felt hungry all the time. So I ate all the time. Mostly good, healthy food.
And now none of my clothes fit. But there are worse problems to have.
For some, November and December are times to eat way too much pie and candy and let all of their physical training slide. I’m taking the opposite approach this year. Oh, I’m eating lots of pie and candy, but I’m also training like a responsible psycho, so it’s working.
Here’s my challenge to you: spend the next three weeks training harder than you ever have. Be smart, work at the edge of your limits, and try to find out what you’re capable of. When January 1 comes, be ahead of the game, not fighting an army of pecan pies and inactive days that have been accumulating since Thanksgiving.
Does any of this sound familiar? Any holiday food advice for the readers that you can give?