The Nutritionist
I'm not sure why writing down what I've eaten for the last three days and handing it over to a stranger to critique is scary as all hell.
But it is scary as all hell.
That said, in some ways it passed with flying colors. I don't eat enough green things, I need to be religious about that calcium pill... but apparently the balance of carbs and proteins was great, and I didn't seem to have a problem with sweets (ha, ha, fooled her... but hey, I confessed to both the popsicle and a chocolate truffle (if only there had really been just the one...)).
She even said that it looks like I'm getting close to enough protein. The problem is, apparently I'm a little low in the calorie department, which means my body probably isn't successfully using all of that protein to rebuild muscle... some of it is being burnt up for energy.
Most of our little session was aimed at finding ways to keep me from getting sick on long runs. Her advice: eat more during the run. Basically she wants me to consume 100 calories every half hour to forty five minutes followed by a 300-400 calorie recovery meal that is not a substitute for breakfast, lunch or dinner. That should get my calories up to where they should be and should prevent my body from consuming muscle while I run. Oh, and I'm supposed to add a daily yogurt and some kind of vegetable and come back and see her in two weeks.
I'm kind of sad that she didn't calculate my body fat... just because nobody has ever done it and I'm curious, but ah well.
So Saturday I ran 14 miles in Brooklyn... from my friend's apartment, through Prospect Park and down to Coney Island. It was fun, but, surprise, surprise, I definitely got sick afterwards and was pretty much a zombie for the rest of the day, right Roger? It was sixty degrees and gorgeous thouugh... which was nice. Last night I had a terrible run in Atlanta. I went around 6:30 and the humidity was so bad you could cut the air with a knife... plus I hadn't taken my allergy pill... so I gave up after 4 miles because I was gasping for air... and because my hip was bothering me. Well, the hip bothered me all last night... everytime I rolled over I experienced a searing jolt of pain in my left hip. Today it hurts to walk, and I'm limping around. I guess that running tonight is out of the question.
At the moment I hate running, I'm so frustrated with playing catch up after the neck thing. I'm so frustrated with getting sick after every long run. I just want to go lie on the beach for two weeks and not move. But I'm sure this too shall pass.
Okay, back to final papers.
But it is scary as all hell.
That said, in some ways it passed with flying colors. I don't eat enough green things, I need to be religious about that calcium pill... but apparently the balance of carbs and proteins was great, and I didn't seem to have a problem with sweets (ha, ha, fooled her... but hey, I confessed to both the popsicle and a chocolate truffle (if only there had really been just the one...)).
She even said that it looks like I'm getting close to enough protein. The problem is, apparently I'm a little low in the calorie department, which means my body probably isn't successfully using all of that protein to rebuild muscle... some of it is being burnt up for energy.
Most of our little session was aimed at finding ways to keep me from getting sick on long runs. Her advice: eat more during the run. Basically she wants me to consume 100 calories every half hour to forty five minutes followed by a 300-400 calorie recovery meal that is not a substitute for breakfast, lunch or dinner. That should get my calories up to where they should be and should prevent my body from consuming muscle while I run. Oh, and I'm supposed to add a daily yogurt and some kind of vegetable and come back and see her in two weeks.
I'm kind of sad that she didn't calculate my body fat... just because nobody has ever done it and I'm curious, but ah well.
So Saturday I ran 14 miles in Brooklyn... from my friend's apartment, through Prospect Park and down to Coney Island. It was fun, but, surprise, surprise, I definitely got sick afterwards and was pretty much a zombie for the rest of the day, right Roger? It was sixty degrees and gorgeous thouugh... which was nice. Last night I had a terrible run in Atlanta. I went around 6:30 and the humidity was so bad you could cut the air with a knife... plus I hadn't taken my allergy pill... so I gave up after 4 miles because I was gasping for air... and because my hip was bothering me. Well, the hip bothered me all last night... everytime I rolled over I experienced a searing jolt of pain in my left hip. Today it hurts to walk, and I'm limping around. I guess that running tonight is out of the question.
At the moment I hate running, I'm so frustrated with playing catch up after the neck thing. I'm so frustrated with getting sick after every long run. I just want to go lie on the beach for two weeks and not move. But I'm sure this too shall pass.
Okay, back to final papers.
posted by Lynn at 9:54 AM
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