Thanks to my mom’s genes I’ve always been naturally petite, which is morse code for: I’ve been shamelessly eating like a pig for pretty much my entire life. If you harmonize those genes with a highly developed college diet palate of high protein, copious amounts of carbs, and syrup infused vodka, the resulting figure: not obese. Great! Grand. Eh…ok. Like most girls I was never really in love with my figure. But I Since hitting my mid to late twenties, I’ve actually made a conscious decision that I am in fact not invincible to carbs, heavy oils, and copious amounts of alcohol. I’m actually very reactive to it. To the point where I can’t function and my only use is keeping my bed warm.
Before you hastily scroll down to my after pics (which I can’t guarantee), this is not a fitness success story. I do not have a six pack and my weight has only changed about five pounds in the last two months. But I’m content with myself, I’m active, and I’m realizing my habits as I move on. This is just me rambling. Sorry in advanced.
The Struggle Years
My diet took a huge nose dive my first year of college. Now that I was “officially” a college student, it was imperative that I “focus on school”, which meant no time for a job..essentially making me a broke college student. Thankfully, my parents blessed me with a whopping fifty bucks of allowance per month, and I actually did make some extra cash doing sorority girls nails around the dorm. A laughable twenty bucks was all I needed to get me through the week. It was during my first year of college, that I lived quite comfortably off microwavable foods, kool-aid, and cheap sugary vodka. I had spent my high school years being straight-edge girl with older straight-edge boyfriend, and in turn my body (especially my liver) was in pristine condition to consume all the college sussery that I was surrounded with. Hangovers were a foreign, funny thing to me and I absolutely content living on the bare minimum.
My sophomore year in college, I got real with myself and started working part-time. With some extra cash on hand, my palate extended to… whatever interesting stuff Walmart had to offer. I became a hamburger helper connoisseur, if you will. My basic understanding was that if you could make a decent pot of spaghetti-as in pop open a jar of Ragu, and heat up some noodles-you were instant “wifey material”. Bacon-wrapped hot dogs, readymade orange chicken, and potstickers were inhaled on the daily. I lived like this for a few years. It was easy and super affordable.
Living A Lie
By my fourth year of college, I found myself trying to cook exotic stuff. My failed attempts at recreating filipino dishes from internet recipes made me question my wifey abilities. Coming from a cooking background of pan frying and “adding water”, I didn’t take into account the time needed to cook filipino food. At one point, in an attempt to make pork sisig, I was hacking away at frozen pig ears with my moms old (and very dull) knives. This can’t be right. It didn’t turn out right. After an hour of cooking, I ate the chewy cartilage anyway. No regrets, it was still good. I tried bugging my grandma for a recipe but she’s gotten her cooking down to the point where all her ingredients were measured out by “this much; *wrist flick*”. Unable to decipher tablespoons to wrist flicks, I settled with making decent filipino breakfast.
By graduation I had landed my first big girl job and moved into a house with two other roommates. My income upgrade allowed me to be more creative in the kitchen, and I was okay with dedicating a little more cooking time. In addition, I also noticed that my metabolism was starting to slow down, so I decided adding greens into my meals, along with copious amounts of butter and olive oil. I was still 5evr loyal to carbs and protein, so of course adding greens made no significant change to my withering metabolism. During that time I had a health nut of a roommate who had a strict diet of microwavable spinach and carrots. I made a conscious decision to never let me stoop to that level. After spending two years having my try at detoxes, cashing out on supplements, and making the conscious decision to eat less meat.. I’ve come to the conclusion that eating healthy doesn’t have to be expensive, nor does it require lots of kitchen work. You also shouldn’t have to starve yourself to “detox” your body. Nourish your body in moderation. There’s nothing wrong with being crafty in the kitchen, but if you work full time you probably don’t want to spend an hour+ in the kitchen trying to dry out processed cauliflower. Eating clean doesn’t mean you have to sacrifice your time, money, or your tastebuds. Since then I’ve delightfully weaned off coffee and have found some vegan recipes that are both appetizing and easily attainable.