That is my favourite quote.
” You must be the change you wish to see in the world” Mahatma Gandhi
The last few weeks have had me thinking a lot about change. Positive change, change for the better, it is a popular topic of thought and something we have all dwelled on at some point in our lives.
Personally I love change. One of my favourite things is moving house. Not the most popular past time for most people but the drudgery of packing and un-packing is surpassed by that awesome feeling of adventure. I love to explore my new surrounds and start over. It is a clean slate to arrange things the way I want and then sit back and reflect on my accomplishment. Until the inevitable clutter creeps back in. Then before the year is out, nothing is where it should be and the house never seems clean. It is about this time that my change itch sparks up and I start getting antsy to move on. It is one of the reasons I love day trips, driving holidays and getting away as much as money allows. I crave the stimulation of experiencing new places and exploring a new environment even if it just a temporary change. I change my hair colour and style as often as I change my mind, which is a lot. I also change the things that I am passionate about, my hobbies and interests just as easily. This love of change may make me seem flighty and unfocused which is why I have to work extra hard to knuckle down and complete what I start before I go off on my next tangent.
The idea of changing my diet and increasing my level of activity wasn’t a daunting thing for me. Because it represented a change and I was long overdue for one. My focus right now is to discover new and exciting ways to train. I have just discovered kettlebells and have fallen in love. Until my next love crosses my path. Crossfit maybe or Zumba? Nah…sorry, I draw the line at Zumba. Throw an 8 kilo kettlebell at me and I will blitz a workout, strong and consistent. Add an element of latin dance and it all goes to hell with itself. My brain is allergic to dance and I will most likely end up breaking out in hives as well as breaking an ankle.
Luckily for me my husband is a supportive kind of guy. He usually goes along with what I suggest, not for lack of having a mind of his own, he just wants me to be happy. I suspect that I frustrate the absolute crap out him most days though. You see, it is not enough for me to embark on this 12 week body transformation alone, I have to drag him along with me. I am an epic control freak, I admit, but this is not the reason why. It is because I want what is best for him and my daughter even if he doesn’t see it. I know how much better he feels when he is training and fit. I know it gives him extra energy and that it sets a great example for our daughter. I also know that it is partially my fault that he is overweight at this point in his life. Like I said before, he tends to go along with what I want to make me happy. And this meant pizza, chips, chocolate and burgers.
So my husband now rides his bike 16 kilometers a day to and from work and eats all of the 12WBT meals that I prepare for his breakfast lunch and dinner. He eats the snacks that I supply for him and listens to me endlessly prattle on about fitness, nutrition, Michelle Bridges this, Michelle Bridges that. This is a pretty big change for my Husband. What you need to know about him to put this all into perspective is that he is a classic Taurian male….a rut guy. We are talking about a man who until recently ate weet-bix for breakfast, every morning , without fail. he doesn’t like weet-bix, in fact after five years of me knowing him and watching him eat it every day he finally admitted to me that he hated it so much it made him want to vomit. I was astonished. Why eat it if you hate it so? He did it because he always had. Simple as that. The weet-bix rut. The thought of doing something like that baffled me. I’ve never been in a rut in my life simply because I never stuck with anything long enough for it to become a rut. Fancy Mr. Routine Rut Guy marrying Miss Flighty Never Finish What I Start. It is a pretty good match, I give him enough excitment to last a life time and he keeps me grounded so I dont end up living in a hippie commune located on an island owned by a nudist colony in my search for adventure.
So despite my husbands tendency to get comfortable in his drudgery, he has been making a lot of changes with me. Is this enough for me? Oh No! I want more. It is not enough that he rides his bike 16 k’s a day, I want him to do a kettlebell workout with me when he gets home followed by a 30 minute ab workout. If I could possibly manage it, I would get him doing yoga too. I don’t want him phoning it in either. I want explosive effort and sweat pouring off him.
We did a cardio Pilates workout together a week ago. It was more like a ” get fit with interpretive dance” workout. There were leotards, spirit fingers and jazz waves a plenty. I felt utterly ridiculous whilst doing this dvd and I knew my husband felt about as far from being a man as possible at that point. However, I had talked him into it so I had to go through with it. I can tell you, I never felt so much relief as when that dvd ended and I knew that was going directly onto my ” sell on eBay” pile of useless junk.
My husband would prefer “manly” workouts he tells me. You know, lifting mega heavy weights out in the gym and then standing around a mirror comparing how much pump you got from one arm to the other. Or simply running his ass around the block until his legs give out. None of this prancing about the living room to poorly mixed Mardi gras music. It seems that no matter how heavy the kettlebell, how challenging the workout DVD he cant seem to stop thinking of it as “aerobics”. Leotard and leg warmers optional.
Luckily, I have not encountered as much resistance on the diet front. He has enjoyed everything I have cooked so far. Even the minty, lemon, ricotta peas i made last night were a hit. They looked terrible, like something I had dredged up out of the bottom of the lake but he overcame appearances and ended up enjoying them. Is that enough for me? Oh No! My husband is a coffee drinker and I will not rest until he has replaced coffee with herbal tea.
Every day I drink about 8 cups of herbal and green tea. Usually rosehip, nettle, green tea with jasmine, chinese white tea, rooibos tea, lemon and ginger tea and sleepy time tea before bed. I love tea, I have an insane collection of tea and I enjoy sipping a cup of tea constantly throughout the day. I want my husband to also like tea and I continually bombard him with all of the health benefits of drinking tea. He tells me that he likes green tea with jasmine so I run out and buy him a box to have at work to replace the several coffees. He attempts to drink the green tea I have bought and then tells me it turns out it is not as nice as he thought.
The problem is that my husbands only experience with green tea was after dinner at a chinese restaurant. The little pot and tiny little cups came out and everyone at the table happily sipped away. The reason why the green tea is so good after chinese is because the food is so loaded and saturated with salt, your body will drink anything to try to relieve the dehydration. You could serve up a lightly warmed pot of toilet water and the recipients would be slurping away all ” god damn, that some good tea!”
There is an art to preparing the perfect cup of herbal or green tea. Water too hot or not hot enough, leaves or bag, steeped quickly or for longer. All of these things will decide whether your tea is delicious and refreshing or bitter and horrible. And just to make it more difficult, every tea is different in its brewing requirements. When all is said and done herbal teas are a bit of an acquired taste. The more you drink them, the more you will love them. I served my husband a sleepy time tea before bed last night instead of his usual hot chocolate. He was a good sport and he did drink it but it was a slow process. When I asked him if he liked it, I was hopeful. Maybe he could be converted after all. He replied ” well it’s not too bad, if you like the taste of a sweaty gym sock steeped in boiling water”.
Oh well, better luck next time. We then proceeded to have a conversation about how apparently ” real men don’t drink herbal tea”. I told him that was untrue and he asked me to prove it. So I must be off now. In order to win the battle of the herbal tea I am now going to trawl the internet until I find at least five celebrity males that have openly spoken about their love of herbal tea. Wish me luck 🙂