The process of changing the way I live began this past Wednesday morning when I made a commitment to incorporating green smoothies, raw fruits and veggies, and portion control into my daily habits. I’ve never been one to hate on “veggie power,” but the idea of drinking stuff like kale and spinach has never been high on my priority list. Like many of us who make assumptions before giving foods a try, I thought drinking green smoothies would be the antithesis of what my pallet would find pleasurable. I know you see that pic to the left. Lookin’ like milk and blended grass.
But in under a week, I’ve learned otherwise. It’s important to note that I haven’t done this alone. For me, much the of the success I’ve achieved has been because of the presence of someone else in my life. But that’s a separate post in itself.
On Wednesday morning, I got on a scale after…well, weeks (maybe months) of not getting on the scale. The most I’ve weighed in my life was 240 lbs. I figured I couldn’t be much more than that given my sedentary lifestyle. Fortunately, I wasn’t. I was 238. Though under my max weight, that was still 20 lbs. more than where I wanted to be — particularly if I had any shot of getting back into athletic form.
Over the last few months and despite my optimistic outlook, I’ve watched my belly grow with me. I’ve found myself sucking it in in pictures and in general when I walk into a room full of people. I’ve gotten tired of it. Having to “hold it tight” isn’t exactly my definition of freedom. I’m sure my abs would agree. **Looks down** They’re curled up asleep under a lipid blanket.
I figured that by changing my eating habits alone, I’d see a few pounds come off. Maybe 1-2 per week. That’s normal and “healthy.” But to my surprise, they melted off quicker than expected. By Friday morning, I was 235. By Sunday, I was 230. I was in such disbelief that I thought my scale had become an artist in deception. “I’ve never dropped weight like this without a strict diet and exercise,” I thought to myself. “Man, I’ma throw this sh*t out the window. This scale is jacked. To Bed, Bath, and Beyond I go.”
So I went ready to drop 40-50 bucks on an accurate scale with some BMI calculator built in. I put one of them on the ground and stepped on knowing that I was adorning roughly six pounds of clothing (I wear size 14 shoes. Them sh*ts ain’t light.) I glanced down and the scale said 234.5. Do the math and that puts me at…**grabs calculator** 228.5 lbs. Not the 230 I saw at home, but close enough to make me reconsider the thought that my Thinner scale had forsaken me.
Needless to say, I didn’t buy a scale. It felt good to save money, but it felt better knowing that such a simple change in my dietary habits was paying out such huge dividends.
Now I can’t say this hasn’t been without challenges. I’ve lusted for hood fried chicken, McDonald’s fries, Halal Cart meats with ambiguous white sauce, and Mr. Softee (Pause). I’ve salivated at work thinking about pizza slabs and $5 footlongs (Have you noticed how that $5 list has gotten shorter?). But these results…these results are awesome. They make the restraint worth it.
The kicker is that I haven’t been starving myself. I’ve just been passing up on much of the food that’s abundant in Harlem and around my job. I’m bringing salads and leftovers for lunch. Healthier dinners are being prepared. I’m even craving green smoothies for snacks since my favorite fruits can be added. This is a lifestyle I can get used to. I’m looking forward to talking about it more as my body continues to high five me with a growing sense of lightness I haven’t felt in a while. Cheers to health. Cheers to the story!
Have you ventured into the land of green smoothies? Made any significant changes to diet habits and seen the results? Do you call BS on the green goodness? Let me know in the comments.