As day one of my 100 day project comes to an end, I sit on the couch reflecting on my successful day, while I try and not think about what I would normally be doing; eating chocolate.
I started off my day well. I walked to work, while listening to the audiobook ‘The Power of Habit’. It seemed fitting on a day where I would be throwing away my old habits for new healthier ones.
‘Healthy’ is a funny word. What does it mean? What is healthy and what isn’t? People love to latch onto fad diets and I understand why. The great thing about diets is there are clear boundaries i.e. eggs are okay, bread isn’t.
My 100 day project is an amalgamation of everything I have learnt over the years about this mysterious word ‘healthy’.
- drink more water
- eat less carbs
- eat smaller amounts during the day
- don’t eat before bed
- reduce intake of highly processed foods
- eat fruit, but not too much
- eat until satisfied, not full
The mystery of the word ‘healthy’ was highlighted when I asked my friend Byron to get me a healthy lunch. To me, Byron encompasses a healthy individual, so I trusted him to bring back a guilt free lunch that would leave me feeling satisfied.
So, you can imagine my shock when he brought me back pasta. Or maybe you can’t imagine it. Maybe in your definition of the word ‘healthy’ you include pasta. There probably is room for pasta in a healthy, balanced diet, but for day 1, it didn’t feel right.
Like kids in a playground, I swapped my pasta for my other mate Jules’ sandwich. It was a great transaction for both parties, and I was just happy that he didn’t steal my lunch money and give me a wedgie.
The sandwich was good. It has a lot of salad. Some would call it a salad sandwich, but it also had chicken.
All in all, it was a successful day. I had grilled calamari for dinner with salad and plenty of water.
If you had viewed my Facebook profile today, you are probably under the impression that day one had a less than ideal ending, involving my (old) favourite Moro chocolate bar. You will be happy to know that this was a juvenile Facebook hack from one of my work mates. Probably masterminded by Leon, or maybe Kerri…or Marshy.
The status (apparently from me) read:
“I tried… I failed. Moro Chocolate Bar…Get in me!!”
The comments of disappointment from friends began to trickle in, as a grin slowly visited my face as I could announce that the disappointing status was simply a false alarm.
I’m off to have some water.