First... just crazy. I get a weekly email from the Home/Garden section of the Washington Post, and I read one of the articles about kitchen organization. It actually said this nonsense:
"Fridge aesthetics. Have you considered artfully arranging the contents of your refrigerator and freezer shelves? When you open the door, it will be a calming experience."
Some people need to get lives!
Second. This was on DSTRYR-SG and it made me think-- as I have so often in the last few days-- "I should have done that at the Pan!" But I'm not obsessing. Much.
OK, on to more important matters.. Weight. I have given up the dream of ever being a featherweight. Why? Because I'd be unhealthy! How do I know this? (aside from the fact that, to attain such a weight, I'd have to completely give up every foodstuff which brings me pleasure, like donuts, pasta, or pizza, which is unhealthy by definition..)
Because the day I left for the Pan, I had my body fat percentage tested at my gym, Castle Hill Fitness, using the Bod Pod, and here's what the computer spits out. (It's as reliable a measurement as the old-fashioned dunk tank water displacement method, fyi..)
I have 18.1% bodyfat. That, apparently, is considered "ultra lean," "fat levels sometimes found in elite athletes."
Obviously, they haven't seen me in a bikini, but I'm taking them at their word.
For me to go from "squeaking into leve/light" (138 lbs) to "squeaking into pena/feather" (125 lbs) and still keep all my lean mass (113 lbs of muscle, bone, and internal organs) I'd have to go down to 8.5% body fat, well below the "essential fat" range for women of 12-15%.
I was damn happy with all this news. At 38 years old, to be anywhere near "elite athlete" (even if it's just on a piece of paper) feels pretty good. I also felt relieved that I could stop beating myself up for failing to get down to 125. I weighed 125 earlier in my jiu jitsu career (weighed 119 before that!) and kept wondering why the HELL it was so hard to get back there... well, it's because I have more muscle!
Of course, when I was done with the whole weigh in and fight and such at the Pan, I proceeded to indulge my carb cravings. Tacos, check. Donuts, check. Pizza, check. Here's the FABULOUS pizza at Domenico's in Long Beach, with my friend's boyfriend Todd about to dig in... trust me when I tell you, after you've made weight at Mundials you want to eat (pieces of) two pizzas. One, the sausage/pepperoni one (below) at Domenico's, and two, the sausage/pepper one at Boston Gourmet Pizza (also in Long Beach, right next to the Aquarium of the Pacific.)
In fact, I even taste-tested donuts in Orange, CA where my girlfriend lives... I can now tell you that after Mundials make-weight, I will head back to YumYum Donuts on Tustin and have another crumbcake donut. It. Was. Splendid. (should have taken a picture.)
Anyway-- can you tell I'm back on Paleo now, and fantasizing?
Spent plenty of time talking to refs, staff, and other competitors at the Pan about the whole make-weight thing and the funny stuff we all do when we're in that place. The night before I competed, I ate shreds of cabbage and one cup of light, nonfat yogurt. I ate NOTHING and drank maybe an ounce of water before I weighed in at 1:45ish. Then on my way to the mat, I drank mango nectar and it was sweet heaven.
Now after all that blather... how many of you people have some disordered behavior when it comes to weight and eating? What do you do to make weight, or do you care? any special routines or diets or anything else you do? What have you tried and discarded? I have one friend who swears a colonic gets rid of 6-8 lbs, and another who said it did nothing for losing weight. (But if you try it, the advice she shared was "make sure it's a closed system, not the open system kind"-- whatever that means!)
Discuss, and please include your gender, walking around weight, and competition weight. Thanks!