When I finally recovered from the shock of gaining the Europe 14, I knew something had to be done about it. For the most superficial reasons, I like to look good and I do not enjoy my three new friends Po, Roll and Fee Fi Fo Fum, more commonly known as stomach rolls. Secondly, I have to fit into a teeny tiny cheerleading uniform approximately two months from arriving home from Europe. Yes, really teeny tiny. Third, people who are super short, like moi, really show it when they have weight gain. This is why you have noticed my huge but lately. (It makes me think of Bring it On.. but I won't bore you my quoting one of the funniest teen movies of all time, in my opinion).
My first step was to get a gym membership. Well, this was dear old dad's first step. We dragged me over to the planet fitness in my sweatpants and baggy t-shirt (no the butt is not ready for my size small soffe shorts, it's November 22nd and it still isn't but we're getting there). The first day he took me in on his membership but then I was signed up. 73 dollar sign up fee and then 10 bucks a month, not too bad. The PF, as I will probably refer to it most of the time is a franchise that prides itself on the slogan "judgement free zone". However, I find myself judging people more in there than I ever have in my life. Again, I'm working on it.
So I logged a couple of days in the PF, feeling like I was going to die at any moment. Then we had dinner with the Resha's. Over dinner, I explained my current dilemna and Erica suggested the three day diet. Now, the three day diet is a super low calorie, super low sugar diet that spans three days. You might ask, why three days? Try it for twelve hours and you will understand. You will want to gnaw your arm off.
The three day diet:
DAY 1
Breakfast
1/2 Grapefruit or Juice
1 slice toast with 1 Tbsp. Peanut Butter
Lunch
1/2 Cup of Tuna
1 slice toast
Dinner
3 oz. any lean meat
1 cup green beans
1 cup carrots
1 cup vanilla ice cream
1 medium apple
DAY 2
Breakfast
1 egg (any style)
1 slice toast
1 banana
Lunch
1 cup cottage cheese or tuna
5 saltine crackers
Dinner
2 beef franks or hot dogs
1/2 cup carrots
1 banana
1 cup broccoli or cabbage
1/2 cup vanilla ice cream
DAY 3
Breakfast
5 regular saltine crackers
1 oz.(slice) cheddar cheese
1 apple
Lunch
1 hard boiled egg
1 slice toast
Dinner
1 cup tuna
1 cup carrots
1 cup cauliflower
1 cup melon
1/2 cup regular vanilla ice cream
Yeah, kill me right? You can pair anything with tea, water or black coffee. However, don't even think of drinking anything caffeinated or you might die. After two days of torture, I weighed in at six pounds less. Two days later though, I was back up to my original. It can be a good starting point, but it pretty much kills your water weight and tricks you! On the first day, I did not go more than twenty minutes without talking about food. My mother almost killed me.
More to come in my adventures.
By the way, if you want some good laughs about life changes and/or losing weight I recommend
Bitter is the new Black
&
Such a Pretty Fat: One Narcissist's Quest to Discover If Her Life Makes Her Ass Look Big; Or, Why Pie Is Not the Answer
Both are by Jen Lancaster, who will have you peeing your pants with laughter.
Her Blog: http://www.jennsylvania.com/jennsylvania/
Happy T-Day...
I have decided to stay up til 3 am to go to Kmart.
:))
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
the europe 14.
Now, I planned for a lot of things when I returned home from Europe. I expected to be overwhelmed with how many clothes I have and enjoy sleeping in my own bed. I prepared for the culture shock of once again hearing English in a boston accent and driving my car with fellow massholes.
What did I not prepare for?
The Europe 14.
Many of you have probably heard of the freshman fifteen, those glorious pounds that many college students gain their first year when they are let loose. We carb up, beer up and bacon up in college dining halls. TDR, the Terrace Dining Room, has something I like to call the Hangover Special. First, toast the bread, add scrambled eggs and three slices of bacon. And if you went for that extra drink or two when you shouldn't have, then add the home fries. Next, grab some french toast, usually four slices, and add syrup and powdered sugar. Finish with a bowl of fruit in pudding.
You may be asking, Camille did you eat this meal? Yes, I did, on multiple Saturdays and Sundays. We (a combination of Natasha, Alyssia, Genna and I among others) would rise around 1 pm and hit TDR for about two hours. Sundays I would head to cheerleading practice. That was the key: Cheerleading Practice. 30 hours a week I was forced to exercise. Thus, despite the hangover special that doomed some to inevitable wait gain. I came home Summer 09 looking pretty darn good.
But let's get back to the Europe 14. If you read this blog for the past two months, then you know i ate and drink my way through Europe. Many have asked... so where did all your money go? Wine, cheese, bread, and pastries. Seriously, there were mornings I ate three croissants and chocolate cake for breakfast. Where did I end up? Somewhere along the lines of 137 pounds. Yes, 137. I almost passed out after stepping on the scale, then I stepped on two more, convinced they were wrong. Oh, yeah, they weren't.
Comments from my parents:
Mom: Yeah, I can see it in your face.
Dad: You gained Johnny's baby fat.
Then my dad proceeded to buy me a gym membership. It's free, I'll take it.
The next couple of entries will touch upon my attempt to get back into pre-Europe shape. It includes a three day diet and almost getting jumped at the Dedham Planet Fitness. Trust me, I won't disappoint.
XO
Camille
What did I not prepare for?
The Europe 14.
Many of you have probably heard of the freshman fifteen, those glorious pounds that many college students gain their first year when they are let loose. We carb up, beer up and bacon up in college dining halls. TDR, the Terrace Dining Room, has something I like to call the Hangover Special. First, toast the bread, add scrambled eggs and three slices of bacon. And if you went for that extra drink or two when you shouldn't have, then add the home fries. Next, grab some french toast, usually four slices, and add syrup and powdered sugar. Finish with a bowl of fruit in pudding.
You may be asking, Camille did you eat this meal? Yes, I did, on multiple Saturdays and Sundays. We (a combination of Natasha, Alyssia, Genna and I among others) would rise around 1 pm and hit TDR for about two hours. Sundays I would head to cheerleading practice. That was the key: Cheerleading Practice. 30 hours a week I was forced to exercise. Thus, despite the hangover special that doomed some to inevitable wait gain. I came home Summer 09 looking pretty darn good.
But let's get back to the Europe 14. If you read this blog for the past two months, then you know i ate and drink my way through Europe. Many have asked... so where did all your money go? Wine, cheese, bread, and pastries. Seriously, there were mornings I ate three croissants and chocolate cake for breakfast. Where did I end up? Somewhere along the lines of 137 pounds. Yes, 137. I almost passed out after stepping on the scale, then I stepped on two more, convinced they were wrong. Oh, yeah, they weren't.
Comments from my parents:
Mom: Yeah, I can see it in your face.
Dad: You gained Johnny's baby fat.
Then my dad proceeded to buy me a gym membership. It's free, I'll take it.
The next couple of entries will touch upon my attempt to get back into pre-Europe shape. It includes a three day diet and almost getting jumped at the Dedham Planet Fitness. Trust me, I won't disappoint.
XO
Camille
Saturday, November 13, 2010
From Scotland with love
Readers, if there are any left, I have returned to America! Yes, i never thought the moment would come either, but in the final days of October it did. 9 countries and countless pastries later, I landed myself back in B-town. It was strange, waiting in the airport, knowing my mom and Faith would be picking me up in Roxxy, my dear little Volvo. Suddenly, they were pulling up and I realized, that I was indeed back in kansas, though I don't remember ever clicking my heels together three times.
Throughout this blog, one of my faithful readers was my Auntie Karen. In my last part of my trip I went ot edinburgh to visit my cousin Tim, her son. So here is a little bit about the weekend...
After a forced march up these ridiculous steps in my boots with my backpack, we arrived at Tim's dorm. Edinburgh and the university of Edinburgh are both equally beautiful, old and gothic. Its not the ugly kind of gothic though, it's the cool, spooky castle kind and so many of the structures seem so grand wadhed in the charcoal-blackish color. Tim shares a dorm with three other guys and it's set up like an apartment which is nice. I met one of them, the names escape me now of basically everyone I met in Europe. Then we set off for a pub. We met up with a couple of Tim's friends. Tim forced me to drink some type of beer and I struggled to finish a pint. They on the other hand were downing dark beers. Gag! Oh I almost forget! While walking to the pub, I ran into Ben McGuiggan! Ben and I went to high school together and he and his father were walking in front of us when he heard my voice and turned around. Of course, my voice. It was all very strange, especially since I ran into Lauren Canepa in Florence.
Moving on...
That night we went out to a club called Cabaret Voltaire and we were there until three am when they kicked us out. We walked home in the pouring rain to the apartment to get some sleep. The next day we set off to see the sights of Edinburgh. We walked down the Royak Mile, saw Parliament, some statues dedicated to the great warriors of Scotland which sort of look like church altars on steroids. We saw the castle which is pretty big but didn't go inside because it cost 30£. Absurd. I don't know why Edinburgh thinks that's acceptable. At any rate, my sightseeing capacity was lowered to about three hours, so we returned to the apartment. Tim made some pasta, although didnt completely wash the soap of the pan so we slightly feared throwing up later in the day. That night we went to his friends house for a house party. There was a fun group of people there, most of them students from the university. I may or may not have drank a whole bottle of rose wine.
Sunday morning, Tim and I went to a restaurant for a full Scottish breakfast. This consists of two eggs, bacon, ham, beans, home fries, black pudding, a tomato and toast. I'm not kidding. It's amazing, except for black pudding which is kind of weird but I ate some of it anyways. Then we decided that hiking up to Arthurs Seat following this meal would be a good idea. I still claim that Tim was trying to kill me. We were trudging up this mountain with one of his friends and I felt the pastries really catching up to me. Who was this person? A mere 6 months ago I was competing at Cheerleading Nationals and now I couldn't complete a 45 minute hike up a really large hill. Oh, the joys of gaining weight in Europe and killing my lung capacity.
We made it to the top though and the views were breathtaking. The sky was the most beautiful blue and the fields and the golf courses were this rolling green. Seriously words do not do it justice. However, my iPad ran out of room for pictures so I couldn't upload them yet. When I looked out among the skyline, it was hard to imagine this would be my second to last day in Europe. It was like, look what you're seeing and all you have seen, you can go home now, but don't you dare stay away.
Every Sunday night, one of Tim's friends cooks dinner and tonight was Tim's turn. We made burgers and guacamole and it was delicious. We ate california style, when you put guac on the burgers. Go home and try it! Tim had a friend who is from France and she is basically the poster child for France is the best and no one can compare to us. Let's just say it easy to start a fight with her if youu start with "America is better than France because..."
All in all, it was a great weekend and I am so glad I got to see Tim and Edinburgh!
XO
PS... I will continue to blog if you're interested :)
Throughout this blog, one of my faithful readers was my Auntie Karen. In my last part of my trip I went ot edinburgh to visit my cousin Tim, her son. So here is a little bit about the weekend...
After a forced march up these ridiculous steps in my boots with my backpack, we arrived at Tim's dorm. Edinburgh and the university of Edinburgh are both equally beautiful, old and gothic. Its not the ugly kind of gothic though, it's the cool, spooky castle kind and so many of the structures seem so grand wadhed in the charcoal-blackish color. Tim shares a dorm with three other guys and it's set up like an apartment which is nice. I met one of them, the names escape me now of basically everyone I met in Europe. Then we set off for a pub. We met up with a couple of Tim's friends. Tim forced me to drink some type of beer and I struggled to finish a pint. They on the other hand were downing dark beers. Gag! Oh I almost forget! While walking to the pub, I ran into Ben McGuiggan! Ben and I went to high school together and he and his father were walking in front of us when he heard my voice and turned around. Of course, my voice. It was all very strange, especially since I ran into Lauren Canepa in Florence.
Moving on...
That night we went out to a club called Cabaret Voltaire and we were there until three am when they kicked us out. We walked home in the pouring rain to the apartment to get some sleep. The next day we set off to see the sights of Edinburgh. We walked down the Royak Mile, saw Parliament, some statues dedicated to the great warriors of Scotland which sort of look like church altars on steroids. We saw the castle which is pretty big but didn't go inside because it cost 30£. Absurd. I don't know why Edinburgh thinks that's acceptable. At any rate, my sightseeing capacity was lowered to about three hours, so we returned to the apartment. Tim made some pasta, although didnt completely wash the soap of the pan so we slightly feared throwing up later in the day. That night we went to his friends house for a house party. There was a fun group of people there, most of them students from the university. I may or may not have drank a whole bottle of rose wine.
Sunday morning, Tim and I went to a restaurant for a full Scottish breakfast. This consists of two eggs, bacon, ham, beans, home fries, black pudding, a tomato and toast. I'm not kidding. It's amazing, except for black pudding which is kind of weird but I ate some of it anyways. Then we decided that hiking up to Arthurs Seat following this meal would be a good idea. I still claim that Tim was trying to kill me. We were trudging up this mountain with one of his friends and I felt the pastries really catching up to me. Who was this person? A mere 6 months ago I was competing at Cheerleading Nationals and now I couldn't complete a 45 minute hike up a really large hill. Oh, the joys of gaining weight in Europe and killing my lung capacity.
We made it to the top though and the views were breathtaking. The sky was the most beautiful blue and the fields and the golf courses were this rolling green. Seriously words do not do it justice. However, my iPad ran out of room for pictures so I couldn't upload them yet. When I looked out among the skyline, it was hard to imagine this would be my second to last day in Europe. It was like, look what you're seeing and all you have seen, you can go home now, but don't you dare stay away.
Every Sunday night, one of Tim's friends cooks dinner and tonight was Tim's turn. We made burgers and guacamole and it was delicious. We ate california style, when you put guac on the burgers. Go home and try it! Tim had a friend who is from France and she is basically the poster child for France is the best and no one can compare to us. Let's just say it easy to start a fight with her if youu start with "America is better than France because..."
All in all, it was a great weekend and I am so glad I got to see Tim and Edinburgh!
XO
PS... I will continue to blog if you're interested :)
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