Just cos.
Haha – this whole scenario makes
me laugh because I’ve worked with it (‘it’ being Rob’s physique) for about 16
years. And it has always been this way. Always.
When we met, all those years ago
in a hazy, dingy police bar, Rob was a serious under-eater. And what he did eat
was absolute crap. This was back in the bad old days where McDonalds was
half-price for coppers and boy did they make the most of it! Especially my Rob!
So when he did actually eat, he ate the worst form of nutrition on the market
on a scarily consistent basis. If I ate this way, I would be the
size of a house. Rob was more like a greyhound. And much to his disgust, he
couldn’t put any weight on.
All these years later I am fully aware that good
health has little to do with your body size when it comes to the Slim Jims. But
at that time, I was fascinated at the cruelty of the world and it used to bug
me terribly how much he could get away with. In my immaturity I would actually pack a sad and sulk for hours about it.
So fast forward to 2014 and let’s
have a look at where we are at now. I don't sulk much anymore. And in all fairness to my wonderful husband, he
has a brilliant diet that includes food in pretty much all shapes and forms. He
isn’t a foodie at heart and can still go many hours without eating but aims to
eat at least 5-6 meals per day. He has the genes that allow him to indulge in
treats on a regular basis with little (no!) effect on his weight. But
underpinning his choices these days is a genuine desire to be healthy inside and
out and his biggest wish when it comes to health and fitness would be ability
to stack on muscle easier.
And that’s where I come out
smiling. I have an incredibly responsive body and I love it. I love my body. It
has been there through many ups and downs even though I cursed it for so many years. It
gave me 3 healthy children and nourished them for more months than I care to
talk about. But what I love most about my body these days is that it’s honest. By
that I mean that it responds as it should to the data I feed it. If I need to
lose weight, Ingrid gives me a plan for fat loss and it melts away. If I need
it to put on weight, it magically obliges in no time flat! If I want more
muscle, I apply the formula of heavy weights, great nutrition, plenty of rest
and sound coaching – voila, I get muscle. Not with lightening speed and nothing
that would grace the cover of Muscle & Fitness, but all the same I get what
I put into it. And that’s about the best body I could hope for because this
spells out to me that I’m healthy. All systems functioning like they should.
How did I get there after the
years and years of nutrition abuse? Easy. Years and years of good nutrition and
exercise. Overnight transformations (by overnight I mean the classic 12 Weekers)
might be a great start but there is simply nowhere near enough time in 12 weeks
to do much other than scratch the surface. Great place to start but it's just
the start. The true benefits you’ll feel will be a couple of years down the
track where you suddenly realise you’re not yo-yoing anymore. You’re not
struggling to lose weight even though you eat little and run lots. You’re not
spending each winter with the constant colds, coughs and flu.
So I forgive Rob that he can indulge
more than me. That’s the way it’s always been and I don’t feel the resentment I
once did. Instead I celebrate my own good health and my body that does as it’s
told and answers honestly to the questions asked.
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