So, the metabolic fitness folk want me to adopt the Mediterranean Diet.  Now to be clear, when they say “diet”, they mean the sum total of one’s consumptive choices as opposed to  “lose weight now; ask me how.”  The theory — if I adopt this healthy pattern of eating, the weight will come off naturally.  Stop counting calories, concentrate on appropriate food choices and portion sizes.

…and again, I will reiterate that I said I’d do this, so I will do this…

…but they want me to eat a lot of beans… I don’t care for beans…

For those who are not familiar with the basic tenets of the Mediterranean diet … er lifestyle, the Mayo Clinic has a page as does Oldways (the movers and the shakers behind all things pyramidal).

I’m still in the process of absorbing the material, but non-starchy vegetables and whole grains seem to be particularly key.  Also of interest is the fact that they seem to categorize fish, poultry and red meat differently… I imagine that will be difficult for me… then again, I like fish, so why complain?  It will make shopping more difficult.  Not difficult, actually, just more frequent.  I like hitting the store once every week or so, but all those veggies… well… there’s not a good enough crisper in all of the world…

Regardless, I’ll speak more of it as I learn more about it, but for now… well… I bought some snap peas at the store…

 

Heart Rate Chart for gym workout.

Monday’s workout was good.  Excepting, of course, the forgotten water bottle and the timer mishap on my HR monitor.  I actually woke up Sunday with NO pain in my quads (thank you, merciful Jesus), and after the workout I only felt thoroughly exhausted and not actually… torn.  Which I imagine is a good thing.  One of the physios there signed me up for the fitness center challenge.  I signed up because it forces them to let me work in some strength training after the cardio which is a perk…

…but I’ve got to remember a bloody water bottle!