For a couple of months, I followed the slow-carb diet advised in Tim Ferris’s book, The Four Hour Body. The diet is not really bound to a month or two, it is a lifestyle change in which you focus on eating lean meats, beans, and veggies.
The best part of the diet for me was breakfast, starting the day with a large protein meal, shooting for 30 grams within 30 minutes of waking up in order to control appetite, increase the metabolism, and essentially lose fat.
The first time I tried to do this was hilarious, and a bit pathetic. It was the day after my birthday mid December, and I remember talking to Max from work the day before about weight loss. He mentions the diet to me and that he heard a talk by Tim Ferris indicating that if you would make one change in how you eat, it should be the 30 in 30.
While I thought 30 grams of protein is easily manageable in my full-of-groceries kitchen, I was so wrong. I woke up that day at 8:07, and thought to myself: Ha! It’s my new year, and I shouldn’t wait to make a change!
At 8:16 I started boiling 3 medium eggs, ran back to my computer looked up the protein in those.. 16! Only? Ran back to the beans section in the kitchen, the Hummus can was calling, I ate one third of that for another 8~9 grams (had to eat really fast, aahh!) it was 8:30 already, eggs still boiling and I’m 5 grams away from the goal, porridge! yes, I prepared a big bowl of porridge in the microwave while pealing the eggs. I ate the 3 eggs quick, followed by the porridge with added frozen berries to to make me feel like… I’m not a sheep force-fed to be slaughtered. I was done at 8:47, 10 minutes late. #fml
I stayed in bed until 12, then managed to get up and decided to go for a run. I took the guests key of my house which I can hang on my neck and I went outside.
When I stepped out, the sun was shinning so beautifully, and I thought: maybe I should check out the rooftop before I start running. I run up the stairs, and you can bet it wasn’t easy with all that food. Indeed, there was a beautiful little terrace. I opened the door, stepped outside, and stretched my arms wide open to welcome a new start… took a few deep breaths in.. ahhh.. the beauty and freshness of the day, irresistible. And guess what? Right, that fucking door opens from inside the building only, and u need a special key to open it back.
I didn’t have my mobile phone on me of course and there was no sight of any neighbours. Luckily, the emergency exit was a jump over the fence! It took me two minutes to see it, and it felt like a lifetime. I jumped over and finally made it downstairs. At that point, I thought to myself, fuck.. it’s not my day apparently. I’ll go to my flat and just let the day go by and end peacefully. I went back to my flat, and damn it my actual key was inside the door!!!!!!!
Within 5 minutes, i locked myself twice. Long story medium, I asked the neighbours if I can jump over from their balcony to mine. Luckily, I had been doing some indoor climbing and was confident with my skills. The balcony door was unlocked since i was airing the flat earlier, and I made it back in.
Lessons learned: impulsivity is a beast, and sometimes the only thing you can do is keep calm and let shit hit the fan.