I had a conversation over the weekend with a friend who also happens to be a personal trainer.
He made my best friend look like this:
To be fair, she looked pretty awesome to begin with, but damn.
So he’s telling me that he eats 5500 calories per day. My first thought was that’s a ridiculous number. That immediately turned into me doing the math in my head of what I had eaten that day already. It was possible that I wasn’t too far from that. I finished the night off with Mexican food just to be sure.
When I asked how to get lean like that, he reiterated those things that we already know:
- You have to eat
- Losing weight happens in the kitchen, not in the gym
- The 5500 calories he eats are healthy calories (not tortillas and queso….mmmm, queso)
- To make it happen quickly cut out refined sugars, salt and *sob* alcohol
I followed those rules last year before my trip to Puerto Rico, and I did lose weight. I was more lean and I felt great. Then on vacation I ate approximately 1 mg of salt and ballooned like a blow fish.
Ok, maybe “1 mg” was more like I filtered the salt of the ocean directly onto my taste buds and washed it down with lots and lots of beer. We don’t need to argue over specifics.
What it taught me is that weeks of hard work were gone in a weekend. And cheat meals should be contained to one sitting, not weekend-long binge fests.
After my recent month-long celebration (celebrating life in general, nothing specific), I’ve decided that a reduction in my intake is probably a good idea. So I’m bidding farewell to my friend alcohol for a little while. It’s been a good run, old chum, but I’ll see you again. You may not recognize me because I’ll be so skinny, but I will see you again. In the meantime, say hello to cake for me. I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye…