We hit the highs and lows here, on a health (i.e. non-cycling-specific) post.
I’ve found a mix of food and supplements that seems to be working. An average day goes like this:
Breakfast: 12 ounces of almond milk with protein powder, glutamine, liquid Vitamin D droplets (5,000 IU because I have a serious deficiency and 3,000 IU wasn’t touching it), and licorice extract. Then, a vitamin-B multicomplex. An almond milk yogurt with some GF/DF granola. Some third item (GF/DF muffin or cinnamon bread). Coffee.
Mid-Morning: Snack. Probably a Kind bar or a Larabar, or a Thunderbird Energetica.
Lunch: Something GF/DF. Maybe Chipotle.
Mid-Afternoon: Another snack. Probably some nuts with it.
Dinner: If I’m lucky enough to be home, something delicious from the Mrs. If I’m out, something GF/DF.
Post Dinner: Some sort of fatty snack. Chips, coconut milk ice cream, etc.
Bedtime: A huge heaping of iron to work on my anemia. Fish Oil high in DHA. A herb mix. Magnesium. Something else that’s presently escaping me.
Often, there’s another snack that I sneak in there somewhere. I’m eating a ton. I’m not really putting on weight, but I’m not losing weight either. At one point, a doctor had recommended that I work on adding a little more bodyfat…he was concerned that my then-single-digit bodyfat was leading to more dramatic swings in various levels. So I’ve put on a few pounds that are basically just fat, and am up to around 10-11% body fat. For whatever reason, my body decided to put my newly added fat directly on my stomach–so thanks for that, years of evolution and male genetics.
That’s all positive. I’ve been training hard this winter. Other than vacation, I haven’t missed a ride–at least 3 a week, and the vast majority of the time, quite a bit more. So where’s the negative?
I’m just a few days out from Barry Roubaix. This morning, I was treated to a series of additional blood tests (six vials–a new record) and various and sundry other tests, trying to diagnose new and exciting symptoms indicative of some form of internal bleeding. And wonder of wonders, I was treated to a vision-impaired phlebotomist who had not yet had her morning coffee. Blood draws by braille are not recommended.
If this were the kind of blog where we swore, we would be swearing now.
I’m keeping a positive attitude. Really. I am. So f#(%!#@ positive. But I feel like every time I start having some success–some normalcy in the realm of how my body functions–something comes along and topples the Jenga that is my fragile constitution. John Mayer’s girlfriend’s body is a wonderland. My body is a traitor. I keep thinking that all I need to do is stay religiously GF/DF, but it never seems to be enough. It’s not enough to just eat and ride…there’s always something more. I would say that I’m frustrated, but it’s a little more akin to feeling helpless. I’m feeling more and more like I don’t know what I’m doing, or what I should be doing, and I just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I’m still going to try to get it done at Barry. It just might be a little less done than I’d like it to be.