The Challenge Continues

So, my 30-day challenge wasn’t exactly what I dreamed it would be. It wasn’t a total bust, though. I learned I have more will power than I thought: I still haven’t eaten a french fry since July! Of course, I did go to the L.A. County Fair this weekend where I consumed the following:

1. Fried chicken with a bit of mashed potatoes, gravy and biscuit
2. Tempura veggies with creamy dressing
3. Sugary shave ice
4. Fried watermelon (just a bite!)
5. Bloomin’ onion
6. Half a giant pickle
7. Beef dip sandwich
8. Coke
9. Lemonade

So, as fast as I cut the grease and sugar out of my diet last month, even faster did I add all the crap back into my diet in one fat-ass sitting. And I’m already paying for it.

But I’ve not yet undone all my  hard work, nor do I want to. After the sugar/grease withdrawals and subsequent crankiness subsided, I felt great. So, I’m back on the healthy train so I can preserve some of that new-found energy.

Here’s why 30 days wasn’t a reasonable timeline for this challenge: When you cut sugary/greasy goodness from your diet, your body (or, at least MY body) starts freaking out. I was irritable, headachey and lacking energy for the first two weeks, which made it nearly impossible to do any ass kicking in the studio. I tried, but I was so wobbly. I couldn’t focus. Perhaps I could have supplemented my diet a bit better by reaching for an apple or nuts when I was feeling crappy, but I’m sorry, when I want cupcakes, having an apple instead only pisses me off. No, I needed time to get over the cravings. Once I did, I felt balanced and I found my groove.

So there was almost two weeks wasted. Then, in the final stretch, I was sidelined by a job that kept me in the office for 12 hours a day for nearly a week. This caused me to miss a few classes, neglect my blog and blow off my personal practice time when I was too tired to do anything but come home and plop on the couch. Who was a bitter flamenca? That would be me.

But the long holiday weekend is over and I’m going to resume the challenge for another two weeks, starting yesterday. I’m excited. Over the last couple of weeks, I think I’ve made a couple of breakthroughs with the dance and I feel like I have to keep attacking it hard to get to the next level. Yes, this is the plan.

Doing the Cranky-Pants Dance

Day four of my self-imposed challenge/torture and I’m cranky as hell. It isn’t the dance  part of it, it’s the healthy eating part. I’ve had almost no goodies this week. No trips to the office candy drawer, no Hostess Cupcakes on my couch. No salty, greasy goodness in the form of McDonald’s fries. It sucks. The lack of sugar and artery-clogging delicacies is messing with my mood.

I was exhausted in class tonight. I had little stamina and I was off balance. I’m sure it’s because I’m used to getting a fix of sugar or grease throughout the day and sometimes immediately before class. Even though I ate before dancing, I just felt slow. I miss that sugar/grease rush and the supreme fatty bliss that comes with it. Detox ain’t easy.

I’ve gone through this before back when South Beach Diet was all the rage. I was a mess the first three weeks of that plan, but then I felt great. But I’m not on a “diet” this time around. I’m simply trying to cut down on those little sweet/greasy somethings that keep me puffy. I can’t remain dependent on that junk. If I’m going to be a lean, mean, bata machine, I need to be in the best possible shape. I need all the energy I can muster to kick that creature around.

I’m not giving up. This misery will soon pass.

For now, though, I’m too tired and cranky to keep writing. Good night.

Commence Flamencafication

Today is Aug. 1, which means it’s the first day of my 30-day challenge. I’ve created a Project Diary page where I’ll document my daily activity, thoughts, frustrations, bits of insanity, progress, setbacks, etc. throughout the month. TMI? For sure. I certainly don’t expect you to read that. But if you’re curious (nosy) and want to find out what I ate for breakfast, see which toenail I’ve busted now, and other such nonsense, it’ll all be there and updated daily.

“Dude, what’s up with the 30-day thing?” some of you have asked. Well, as I’ve said before, I want to push myself hard through the end of 2011 and I figured the best way to get started was to put myself into a boot camp frame of mind. And by telling you all about it and writing about it here, I’m forced to stick to it because you, dear friends/readers, will surely call me out on my shit if I don’t stick to the plan.

And I’m curious to see what I can accomplish if I really put my mind to it, you know? If I improve my diet and increase my exercise, will I feel a difference in stamina in a matter of weeks? Will I have some kind of major flamenco breakthrough in the next 30 days if I’m practicing my ass off? These are the things I’m dying to know.

I’m off to class …