okay, it's been a while.
it's hard to write here when i'm not feeling particularly proud of my accomplishments. it's hard to write when i'm not even finding things funny. i was getting really sick of not making forward motion, sick of standing still, sick of feeling stuck in my skin, heavy in my body and i was sick of not getting why i wasn't doing anything about it.
well, i went to fat camp. they probably wouldn't be too thrilled with me calling it that, but let's just call it what it is, shall we? i went to mother fuckin fat camp. MFFC.
i went for 2 weeks to hilton head, south carolina-- for me, this is the deep south. i stayed on a frickin' frackin' plantation complete with golf course, alligators, turtles, tall birds, palm trees, devout christians and republicans-- all equally foreign things to me.
i rode my bike a mile every morning to the main building where i had my breakfast of oatmeal, strawberries, bananas, flax seed and soy milk. i am not the oatmeal type of lady and i loved it there. not bringing that tradition home with me though. as much as i've liked eating oatmeal, i am not a fan of cooking it. the hardest labor during breakfast has got to be pouring from boxes. at least on the weekdays.
then, we had 4 hours of exercise per day (optional) and 2 lectures on topics like meal planning and food and traveling (also optional-- but really, why are we at fat camp if not to learn everything we can?). so, i was working my ass off-- cardio boxing, eliptical-ing, zumba dancing (amazing), yoga-ing, swimming, weight training, pilates training, biking alllll over the plantation (still can't get over that one), and generally having a ball.
the meals were delicious and clean and whole grainy and fresh-- so fresh and so clean clean clean. i left feeling like a million bucks. a sad pile of a million bucks.
it's hard to leave camp. don't you remember? you make a whole bunch of buddies, you have inside jokes, you get close to people in 2 seconds because you are basically meeting them with your heart stapled onto your sleeve, you skip ahead like dog years, have shared experiences, historical, emotional and fat camp-icle. i did so much cracking up i think i have a six pack just from laughing.
some things i learned at fat camp:
when you're in a situation like a party, where there's a big delicious spread, or even out to dinner, there's unwise, better, best-- there's always a choice. you're not always gonna make the perfect decision but you can be totally unwise, better or best. it's helpful.
nutrition is 70% of weight loss-- so don't think you can just work out and it'll melt off. nutirition is the key, y'all.
y'all is a really great thing to say (which i already knew because of my friend paige).
if you must have pasta or rice, fill a lot of the space in the bowl with vegetables. pack that shit in and you can have a large meal, a crowded plate, a full belly.
also, brown rice pasta is slammin'.
don't scratch alligators under their chins. they don't like it.
that's all for now. i'll be back. i've got to be. i owe it to my country.
i lost 10lbs in case you're wondering. challah!
love to love to love ya,
rach
so, what is going on here? on the left we have the utterly hideous kim kardashian PRE AIRBRUSHING. on the right is the airbrushed version that the masses can swallow without puking. 
