Last week, I was pleased with my progress as I worked toward my goals. This week, however, due to lack of sleep because I’m married to the Fidgetiest Man In The World, I missed a whole week of Kettlebell classes and workouts. Less than 6 hours of sleep a night does not make me a good candidate for swinging chunks of cast iron around.
I also did a stupid thing this week. I weighed myself and then went online to see how I was doing on the ol’ BMI scale. According to the interweb and its BMI curve, I’m obese. But when I look at myself, I don’t see that and I’m pretty critical of myself at the best of times. I’m not skinny – I’m curvy. My little 5 foot 2 inch sister back in the Motherland is petite and a powerhouse and likes to be superfit (and she’s an amazing policewoman). I’m the fluffy one. I’ll never be a size 6, let alone a 0. But I kind of like the way I’m looking in my clothes right now (and in my underwear, as long as I don’t make any sudden moves). I’m a work in progress.
My weight loss in pounds has slowed down a little recently, but friends listen up:
THE SCALES DON’T SHOW YOU THE WHOLE PICTURE.
One of the many benefits of eating paleo is that you do lose weight, but if you are swinging big chunks of metal all over the place, and picking things up and putting them down, you are also going to gain muscle (and no, a pound of muscle doesn’t weigh more than a pound of fat and I’m not getting into that debate) and therefore, your scale may not be your friend; indeed your scale may disappoint you, BUT IT WON’T TELL THE WHOLE TRUTH ABOUT YOU.
Your scale will not tell you, “Hey, look at you! Those jeans are fitting fabulously!” Your scale may scream out a BIG number in pounds (or kilograms), but will not whisper, “You look so much better now you are getting more sleep”, or “That muffin top is disappearing like the wind!” or “Your shoulders and arms are getting shapely” or “You nailed those Get Ups today!” The truth, my amazing, strong and powerful friends, is that your body is changing for the better and your scales need to be locked in a dark room while you dance around in jeans/dress/shorts/the nude because you are looking good! As Shakira wisely said, “Hips don’t lie.”
Now onto scales of a different ilk. Ask my ever lovin’ fidgety husband about fish. I like fish…a lot. I found out years ago that Dan would only eat canned tuna if it was mixed with mayo or oven baked salmon if I twisted his arm, but I had to spring fish on him. If he knew during the day that he was coming home to fish for dinner, he would be depressed ….all day.
Last year, we went out to dinner for our wedding anniversary. We hadn’t booked a table and forgot that Saturday nights in Albany are pretty packed for a good restaurant, so we tried further afield and ended up at the Lake Ridge Restaurant during Saratoga Restaurant week. Dan, being a meat-eating North American man, chose steak, and I went with swordfish.
As loving wives do, I offered him a taste of my food (practically shoved it in his face, actually). Long story short – we now eat swordfish, tuna steaks or salmon at least once a month. He actually asks for it and looks forward to it!
I found a great recipe for Lemon and Herb Crusted Swordfish on the Food Network website. It’s a recipe of Emeril’s, but I substitute different herbs. (What is chervil anyway?) I use any kinds of fresh or dried herbs, Organic Stone Ground mustard instead of Dijon, and of course, coconut oil instead of vegetable oil to cook the fish. I mix a little of the mustard, and lemon juice with homemade Mayo to make a lemony dressing and serve the swordfish with roasted or steamed asparagus. Very simple and only takes 10 minutes to cook. Try it, but remember, when you buy fish, try and get the wild-caught rather than farm raised. It does make a difference.
Hope you’re all getting on well with your workouts and if you are trying Paleo for the first time, let me know how it’s going – there’s a huge support group out here for you!