Like I blogged about on a previous post, I’m dead serious on improving my health by getting more exercise and cleaning up my diet. I don’t really follow anything strict, I just try to avoid cholesterol and sugar, including artificial sweeteners. So that doesn’t really leave me with much (at least not much yummy stuff). So here’s the diet I came up with, and I hereby christen it: “The Chico Garcia Healthy On The Inside, Sexy On The Outside Diet”.
Basically, I’m avoiding meat altogether, except fish, which I eat a lot of, and fried stuff. And as little sugar as possible, except for naturally occurring sugars that come with carbs.
Step 1: No more sugar or artificial sweetener in my morning coffee. Delle and I brew our own coffee in the morning, so I learned to take my coffee with only some skim milk. It’s not bad, actually. Also, no more of my favorite diet softdrinks and juices. Just water and my coffee with skim milk.
Step 2: Lessen even the sugary fruits like mangoes, bananas, watermelons, etc, and partake sparingly of only my most favorite fruits like my current fruits du jour, prunes, plums, balimbing and kiwi:
These are DELICIOUS Bangkok balimbimg I get to buy in Binondo. It’s not always available so I buy whatever stock they have whenever it’s there.
No, this isn’t a photo of my testicles on our marble kitchen top, it’s my guilty pleasure, kiwis. I’m sure the sugar content is pretty high since it’s juicily sweet, but I don’t care, I love it! And they say it is the singular food that makes the smell of your…uhm…”juice” much less pungent.
But of course I also binge every now and then. Just before I started typing this, I ate me tons of durian, which Delle pointed out this morning, is loaded with sugar. So sue me, I never claimed I was strict about my diet rules.
Step 3: Change of breakfast. Before I realized the error of my ways, Delle and I had a breakfast schedule. M-W-F, we brought our own baon, and for me that usually means rice and canned bangus. T-Th, we order food from the few fastfoods that offer delivery at 6am. Now, we had to change that as well. Now, every M-W-F, I bring our new best friend, kamote for me and Delle:
These are the sweeter, orange version of our humble kamote, known as Taiwan kamote, or as I like to call it, “Rockwell kamote”, because you can buy this at Rockwell for 150 pesos a kilo (in Binondo I get mine for 50 pesos a kilo). I call it Rockwell kamote because I think it’s the only type of kamote eaten by rich and sexy people. Seriously though, I’ve heard so many fitness buffs and athletes swear by this root crop, because although it’s sweeter than the local variety, it’s got good carbs that fills you up but doesn’t pile up the calories. So every M-W-F, we gorge on this sweet creamy mushy carb and surprisingly, we’re not as U-2-10 as we expected, since kamote is notorious for it’s unflattering twin, flatulence.
As for T-Th, I make baon (naks, make baon!) one of two choices. Sometimes, I still bring my canned bangus, but this time, not with white rice, but with unpolished organic brown rice, mixed with this thing I found in the grocery:
I forgot what it’s called, since I threw away the packaging, but it’s a mixture of different grains like brown rice, whole rolled oats, and some other alien-looking high fibre grains that boost your fibre quota in leaps and bounds. It takes a little getting used to, especially the texture, but it’s twice as filling as regular brown rice and it does wonders for your bowel movement.
I alternate that with muesli, which is basically uncooked rolled oats, dried fruits, nuts and seeds. I got me the one that didn’t add sugar, because most have sugar to make it sweeter and creamier. I bought the boring kind:
I just soak it in skim milk overnight, in the ref, then make it baon the next morning. It’s pretty yummy and quite refreshing to eat in the morning!
Step 4: Eat more at home. This is my secret weapon. At home, we no longer serve meat dishes, just fish and vegetables. Add to that our yaya’s bland cooking and voila, instant diet! I love eating out, and let’s face it, the reason why food in restaurants taste so good is that they do anything, add anything, however unhealthy, to the food, just to get that yummy flavor we all love.
I had to let go of most of the things I love the most: salt, sugar and fat. Oh well, I guess it’s time to let go of the eating habits I had when I was a much younger man. My metabolism is slower, I gain weight faster, I bounce back slower, so I need to help out my body any way I can. I think it’s working, my barber said I lost weight, even if I didn’t, so I guess it kinda works? I don’t know about the sexy part, but I definitely feel much better on the inside. The high fibre diet flushes out the food at thrice the usual speed. I feel so clean inside (despite the dirty mind).
So there you go, my new sexy diet. So when you see me out in the streets, humor me, tell me that I lost weight, and tell me how hot and sexy I’ve become. Deal?