It’s been 2 weeks since I started using The Daily Plate, but it’s a little difficult to tell if I’ve lost much weight as I’ve decided to ignore the decimal places on my digital scales (measuring whole kilograms only)… and the weekends are proving a challenge. In the last 12 months I’ve become fond of a couple of drinks on a Friday and Saturday night — where previously I was effectively a teetotaller and lucky to average one standard drink measure a week — which inevitably leads to poor dinner or evening eating choices. While the week may be spot on or under the daily calorie limit, the weekends can be as high as 1,000 calories per day over the limit, meaning I’m eating 8 days of calories in 7 days.
As I’ve not been exercising, this means I need to be consistently eating almost 300 calories a day (or 400 a day if you exclude the weekends) just to round off the weekly calorie consumption at the right number. Of course it’s not as easy as that, as a day of excess over 100 calories can’t simply be remedied by having 100 calories less the next day, as the excess has already gone straight into fat.
So it appears that I need to do something else or something more. After all, if it was going to be as simple as that, I should now be 121kg. Clearly it’s not, so two changes are required: exercise and addressing the weekend silliness.
Earlier this week I decided to start going out for a walk every evening whenever it wasn’t raining, so I managed that a grand total of twice. The morning after the first walk (1.5 miles around my old hilly run route) I was amazed to discover that my knees were telling me they’d been for a walk the day before — I can’t remember the last time a walk gave me that reaction. The second was a new route (1 mile) with a steep hill halfway through. It’s going to be a fun route once I get to the point where I’m running and looking for a demanding hill.
Also this week I saw my first episode of The Biggest Loser (UK). Normally I make it a point to avoid reality TV (along with I’m A Spoiled Princess: Get Me Out of Here, etc), regardless of whether it’s considered a worldwide phenomenon, but it seems I made a mistake with this one. It seems quite effective as a source of inspiration.
So, to address the issue of rubbish weather preventing exercise — short of reaching the point where I’m motivated enough to “just go out” in the rain or sleet — I discovered that there’s a The Biggest Loser workout DVD. In fact, there are two in the UK: The Biggest Loser – The Workout: The Official Workout and The Biggest Loser – The Workout: New Year, New You. And, perhaps unsurprisingly, it’s become a multi-product franchise in the US and even has its own Amazon Store.
I’ve always been leery of workout videos, perhaps being old enough to have seen VHS tapes from the 1980s with surgically-proportioned Californians wearing leotards and leg-warmers shouting “Woo, yeah!” every ten seconds. However, on Friday I took the plunge and bought The Biggest Loser – The Workout: The Official Workout DVD, which I watched through yesterday and read the suggested schedule and other information that comes with it. I gave it a run through first thing this morning (workout 1: warmup, cardio & cooldown) and was amazed to discover that I couldn’t complete the cardio part of the workout. Almost made it to the 9th minute of cardio (during the skipping rope) before having to take a break, then forwarded to the cooldown and called it a day.
There’s no doubt about it: I’ve felt brilliant all day for just that 30 minutes of exercise, and feel confident at starting it properly tomorrow morning. More to follow.
As for the weekend silliness, I think it probably dates back to my university days: I’ve always felt the end-of-week let-your-hair-down thing, where you have a takeaway and/or a few drinks. Even during the years of hardly any alcohol consumption, I’d still regularly order pizza or Chinese on the weekend. Clearly relaxing on the weekend isn’t a bad thing, but I’m beginning to discover that it doesn’t have to include a takeaway — or perhaps could include better food choices.
My standard pizza home delivery recently has been a large Domino’s Texas BBQ thin crust pizza, a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food icecream and often a 1.5L bottle of Diet Coke or Sprite. Then I’ll normally have half of the pizza and half of the icecream in one sitting, occasionally consuming all the icecream in one sitting. Have you ever looked at the calories in a major chain takeaway pizza or brand name icecream?
The Domino’s website states that one slice of this pizza is 202 calories, with 10 per pizza — 1,010 calories per half pizza. The Ben & Jerry’s website says one serving of their Phish Food is 270 calories, with 4 per tub — 540 calories per half tub. So that’s 1,550 calories each for Friday and Saturday’s evening meal, excluding drinks and anything else I may have during the evening. That assumes I haven’t been stupid and eaten the whole tub of icecream, which would make it 2,090 calories in one sitting — that’s a day’s energy intake.
The other type of takeaway I tend to get is Chinese food, but finding accurate nutrition information for it is next to impossible, as I don’t think there are any major Chinese takeaway food chains and therefore no nutritional information (the cynic in me thinks that the only reason major chains provide this information at all is because of the flurry of 1980s lawsuits when some people suddenly “discovered” how bad eating 5 monster hamburgers with secret sauce really was for them). There are some online resources, but at best it’s a guess. Looking at what may be my average Chinese takeaway of spring rolls, and half a tub (one serving) each of sea-spiced pork and chicken chow mein, it probably rounds out to about 1,800 calories. Assuming I don’t get silly and eat all of it, making it over 3,000 calories in one sitting. Though lately I’ve taken to just buying spring rolls and a tub of chow mein, making 1,000-1,500 calories depending if I get silly with the quantity.
It’s appallingly bad when you look at all the numbers, and even some of the quantities being eaten (allowing for ignorance of the numbers). I take some comfort in that this doesn’t happen every weekend, and it certainly doesn’t happen every day. Which is probably all that’s saving me.
Looking at the numbers — and laying it all out here as a kind of name-and-shame — it’s clearly a Bad Idea to have popular takeaway, and a Very Bad Idea to have it delivered when you’re home alone. Time to find alternatives, if I must continue with the “bah, it’s the weekend!” type of behaviour.
So there we have it. That’s the facts of the past and the plan for the immediate future. Time will tell if I can manage to combine both the exercise and weekend eating behaviour. Stay tuned…
Oh, and I’ve learned that if you’re on a health-related Internet forum and want to ask for advice or alternatives to weekend silliness, don’t give details or numbers. I did, and watched in open-mouthed amazement as some people went absolutely mental at me, even declaring that I didn’t deserve to consider myself a dieter and a general let-down to humanity. Still, at least they didn’t blame me for World War 2…