For Stimulock: What to eat on your loading days

This post is dedicated to those of you who have purchased the Stimulock drops (and those of you still curious) and are wondering what to eat during your first two ‘loading days.’ I noticed that the blog had been getting a lot of traffic from search engines inquiring what to eat the first two days on and the first two days off of the program, so here is part one.

*Note: these practices are specific to the Stimulock System and are entirely ineffective without the purchase and use of the drops. For more information on getting started with Stimulock click here.

If you were following my blog back in January, you may recall that I documented my Stimulock journey including my loading days. You can see what I ate while loading here and here.

Doughnuts?

Go for it.

Burgers?

They’re all yours.

Ice cream?

Eat that too.

BBQ, Chipotle, pasta, brownies, cookies…? Eat all of it! Seriously. It surprises most people that they are encouraged to eat like this on the first two days of a ‘diet,’ which is nothing like any popular diet you’ll see advertised elsewhere. Yet Stimulock works for those who follow it from day one through the maintenance phase. I am proof!

This step is vital in the Stimulock System and will help you be well on your way to begin the weight loss phase. Happy loading!

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I Love Seattle, Part 3

Gosh I have such a great best friend. Aren’t you jealous? This is what happens when I was busy flipping my paddleboard over and getting rescued by some poor stranger kayak men.

Cute…reallllll cute, Aleeza

Until next time, Seattle. Don’t keep my best friend too long, otherwise I’ll have to come back very soon.

 

Hot Running Mama

I am currently writing from the airport waiting on my flight to see Aleeza in Seattle! Please be kind to the 100 degree temperatures in my absence, Kansas.

In the meantime, I have a special treat for you. I have been pestering Bridget for quite some time now to write a guest post for my blog. It took all sorts of threatening texts and emails, but she finally caved to my pressure. Joking! Bridget inspires me; she has two babies, is an Air Force wife, goes to school, and runs. People ask me where I find inspiration to run, and she is a prime example. I am aware that a lot of my readers are mothers themselves which is something I can’t relate to yet in my life, so I wanted Bridget to provide with you something I cannot; a story of a running mama. First, photos of her babez because she has adorable offspring:

(hers are the two on the left)

Hi, my name is Bridget.  I am a college student, an Air Force wife of five years to Justin, and a mother to Milo Sage (2 ½ years) and Lucca Daine (9 months).

Running has not been a lifetime thing for me.  In fact, I can remember vividly walking the mile run we had to do in junior high.  I didn’t even attempt to run, I just figured I couldn’t and would rather save myself the embarrassment.

As it turns out, I’m not half bad.  Granted, there is still a lot of work ahead of me, but so far so good.

I’m going to use the next few paragraphs to ROCK YOUR WORLD.  Psssh, yeah right.  But I do plan on giving a little insight to my running career and how it fits into all aspects of my chaotic life.

Running as a mom of two:

            My kids were the whole reason for me to start running.  I didn’t want them to ever know the old, fat mama- just one amazing, confidant and FAST mama.

Unfortunately, fitting runs (especially 6+ mile ones) into a life full of schedules and naps and dirty diapers is harder than I ever imagined.  I’ve learned to 1) be prepared and 2) go with the flow.  The runs with the kids usually take twice as long solely because of prep-work: check diapers, find stroller friendly toys, equip Milo with snacks and a drink, and then say a quick prayer that everyone can keep it together for at least 30 minutes.

The one cool thing about running with the kids?  I get MAJOR bad-@$$ points.  Sixty pounds worth of stroller and kids- uphill, downhill, dodging other runners and trashcans can get me looks- most of them are of the “You go, Mama” variety.  Yes sir or ma’am, I will go!  That is until I finish this lap and then I’m going to pass out in that lawn right over there…

Running as an Air Force wife:

Justin’s job requires quite a bit of time away from home.  Since August of 2009 he has been deployed four times for a total of 14 months.   Not fun stuff, but a fact of military life.

So how does this affect my running?  Hmm, that’s a great question, reader!  Let me stall here a bit so that I can figure that one out.  Cue the music.  You mean there’s no music?  …This is awkward.

I think that running through deployments is the most cathartic thing out there.  I find myself working all those nasty, sad emotions to the top and then brushing them off with the sweat at the end of a workout.  Was that poetic or what?  Look out, we’re getting real here.

And it’s always nice when Justin gets home and is like, “dang girl, you lookin’ fine!”  I’m pretty sure he’d do that anyways, because a soldier gets mighty lonely out there, but I like to think it has something to do with my hard work.

The most important thing I’ve come to realize since I began running is to just be patient.  I may not get to finish a five mile run because someone needs a diaper change or is just tired of being in the stroller.  Or maybe Justin isn’t home to celebrate with me after a great run with a new PR.  And maybe some runs will really super suck.  That happens.  Luckily, that next one usually tends to be somehow super amazing.  I guess what I’m saying is to just trust the process.  Someday the kids can run NEXT to me instead of lugging their dead weight, and Justin WILL be home to watch me cross a race’s finish line.

So maybe you’re sitting there, reading this idly and possibly considering taking up running yourself.  And maybe you’re in a situation similar to mine: you’re a part-time single mother of little juniors, or lazy (did I not mention that I was lazy?  Oh, well I am.  Super lazy.  So sue me.)  And maybe, also like me, you are scared.  Good!  What, were you looking for something more helpful?  Sorry, Charlie.  I’m just speaking the truth.

It is perfectly normal to be scared.  Scared that you won’t be good enough or scared that people will know this is not a natural position for you.  Here’s the BEST part of running: you get to make the rules.  If you want to wake up early and hit the pavement before your neighbors see you huffing and puffing down the sidewalk- okay.  Or if you want to go run laps until you could literally wring sweat out of your undies on a deserted high school track, go for it.  Or if you want to run on a treadmill with the lights off… well I can’t really encourage that one.  For the sake of Peter, that is not safe!  But for the others, do it.  Build up your self-confidence in privacy if that’s what you need to do.  Before you know it you’ll be out at Dick’s buying neon pink running shorts in hopes that all your adoring friends and family, and maybe some unknowing bystanders, will be able to spot you in your first race.  (Yep, guilty as charged.)

Thank you for writing this Bridget. I love you and you inspire me whether you recognize it or not. Keep doing yo thang girl.

I eat because…

You’re happy? Stressed? Sad? How about because you’re bored? Nervous? At a social gathering? All of the above and then some? Yeah, that sounds about right.

If there ever was an excuse to eat, I would find it and I would own it. This is from a girl who at age 8, could polish off a Big Mac and fries. With ice cream for dessert. My stomach knew no limits, there was no relationship between my stomach, brain and the rest of my body. When I ate, I wasn’t feeding and nourishing my body, I was feeding my emotions.

In grade school, I was made fun of for being fat and thus didn’t have many friends, so how did I console myself? After school I would go home and dive into a bag of crispy Lay’s potato chips and mate them with Hidden Valley Ranch or sink my teeth into two, three, four or more Hostess snack cakes; eating until I had gotten my emotional fill. When I landed a random friend who would want to spend the night, we would see if we could polish off an entire bag of Doritos and box of Twinkies ourselves while oogling over our latest boy band crush. Mission accomplished, a few times.

Not until recently have I been able to understand my dangerous past of eating habits. I knew I frequently hit the kitchen in times of sadness and stress, but I had came to terms with the fact that over time, I had developed a habit of binge eating. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t binge and purge; I just binged. Food was my comfort, I wasn’t satisfied until I finished what I was eating in it’s entirety, whether it be a sleeve of Oreos, a bag of mini-candy bars, a super-size french fry…I was resilient until every last bite was polished off.

My first go-around with Stimulock taught me how to listen to my body better than I had before, yet when I had finished the lock-in phase, it was Christmas time. This meant cookies, Topsy’s popcorn, chocolate, you name it and I ate it without regard. I had spent so much time learning to ‘listen’ to my body and yet I was ignoring everything it was telling me. When I did Stimulock the second time, it was a different experience than the first. I was more aware of my body, but that didn’t mean I listened to it. When I cheated, I cheated. Go big or go home. I wasn’t going to cheat on a potato chip; I would rather cheat on three or four cookies, a box of Annie’s Bunnies or gobs of peanut butter. This put me in physical pain, yes, physical pain from eating more than my body could handle. The next day I would do a proper ‘cheat day follow-up,’ I would continue to lose weight, and all was well with the world. If anything, this only fed my willingness to binge. It wasn’t making me gain weight, so I wanted to do it more despite how miserable it made me feel.

Then I got to thinking, “Why am I eating this? Do I even want this? Will this make me happy?” Yeah. Seemingly big questions to consider while staring down a gooey, chewy, fudgy cookie. It was as though a switch clicked on in my brain, a huge lightbulb swung and hit me in the forehead or something. “I don’t need to eat the whole graham cracker, I can just have a piece of it. The other half of the box of cereal will still be there in the morning, it isn’t going to disappear.” Woah. These were revolutionary thoughts I had only dreamed of having someday. Enter the recovery phase. I wasn’t out of control.

I can’t help but think that part of this recovery thought process was triggered after reading about Monica’s bouts with binge eating and other people who have the same problem. I learned that I wasn’t alone, I wasn’t the only person in the world who could easily put back half a jar of peanut butter and two bowls of cereal before bed. I felt as though even if I made a mistake and binged, I would live to see the next day and would be able to make healthier choices.

My biggest issue with binging was the fact that I was out of control of my body and actions, I was unhappy with myself as a binger and was using food as a crutch, something to cover up [I don’t even know what] and console me. In hindsight, I find myself wondering, “Why…why did I put myself through that?” and I’m sure that someday I will understand, but am currently relishing having control of something that controlled me for over 13 years.

Binge eating is something that I believe a lot of people deal with, whether they realize it or not. Instead of mindless eating, I ask myself these questions:

  • Are these real hunger pangs?
  • Why am I eating? Is what I’m about to eat healthy for me?
  • Is this something that my body needs or wants?
  • How will I feel after I eat this?

Now comes the communication between brain, stomach and body. Our bodies are ours to respect and take care of, and the communication pathways within ourselves should be stronger than any other paths of communication we have in our lives.

I don’t know if this is something you can even relate with, but to those who can relate and those whom this may be a current struggle for; you have control over your situations. Food does not rule your life, and if you may have an incident where you get a little too crazy, do not beat yourself up over it. That will only make matters worse. Love yourself even more through your ‘oops’ moments and forgive yourself and continue on. Give your body what it needs, you are worth it.

*This entry is written solely from personal experience.