Now that looks pretty good. Problem is, last time I ate pizza, about a year back, I got incredibly sick from it for some reason. Probably all the fat in the cheese, not really sure. All I know now is that if I down something like that the aftermath is devastating. Haven't eaten a burger in over 3 years due to that fact. Gotten too used to complex carb type food! The salad on the other hand, give me the whole bowl!
Cheese has given me the belly ache too, on occassion. But seem fine as long as I use cider vinegar in the salad, and drink red wine with it. Both of which cut the fat. If I have a burger, it's organically produced.
I used to love cheese, ice cream, all the good tasting stuff. For some reason when the hiking/climbing started back up several years ago, the weight loss started happening though I didn't plan on it. Yeah, I held down the floor at 235 lbs then. Those first hikes were really ass kickers!
Folks started commenting on the weight loss. I didn't really believe them or think anything of it until I saw a photo my brother in law took of me on Frary Peak up on Antelope island on a hike we did together. I realized then that the weight was coming off! Started researching weight loss more, changed the diet and six month later dropped 80 lbs! In fact May of 2009 the scale read about 148 lbs, too small!
Long story short my corpse has gotten so used to eating healthier food now that if I try to indulge here and there I usually regret it quickly! Kind of get sick afterward. Right now the diet consists of a lot of fiber and protein, not too much sodium. Seems to work well! But man that pizza looks good though...
Strewth, that's done you a whole load of good, as you look a good build now. I got onto salads, big time, a couple years ago. Big benefits - and grow my own. 3 Varieties of lettuce.
When I was 13, I was already a skinny runt, I went on my first winter expedition, which turned out to be a North Scotland Arctic freezedown. After 2 days snowed in, and 5 days out, we struck camp and walked 16 miles to the "nearest" cafe'.
Menu (for a starved kid). Extra large, oval plate - Steak, Chops, Sausages, English French Fries, Eggs, Beans, Tomatoes, Fried bread.
Desert - Steamed jam pudding with custard (hate it now), then milkshakes, teas and cakes.
As I was leaving the place, I picked up a jam sponge and pint of milk, which I ate outside. And a stack of pies and chocky for treats. After arriving back at camp, I ate 3 fruit pies and all the chocolate - after dinner.
When I got home, I'd lost 7lbs, and weighed only 6 1/2 stone.
Ray, now that I have a chance to ask a real live Brit, what exactly is a 'stone'? I mean, I could google it but that seems like a waste of key strokes. Of course I have now typed 15 times as many as I would have goggling it. But this is more fun.
What you've mentioned reminded me of a turning point back in early spring of 2009.
I was gearing up for the longer, higher ascents for the limited alpine styled climbing window Utah has. It was March of that year. The first day of the weekend I decided to head into southern Utah County, near the small town of Eureka and hit up a couple lower altitude desert summits, Lime and Pinyon Peaks. As usual with a little exerted effort I lost my appetite for the day. Went home, got ready for a bigger climb the next day which turned out to be Box Elder peak, between Lone Peak and Mt. Timpanogos. Didn't eat hardly anything that day! At that point I'd lost most of the 80 lbs and had very little body fat, not much reserve at all.
Early the next morning I parked at Tibble Fork, and started out. Normally the trail head is a mile or so further up at the campground area and about 1,000 feet higher. However with it still being too early in the season, I had to start from Tibble. That meant 4,850 vertical feet, about 5-6 miles one way through deep wet snow.
My pack weight was about 21 lbs, full of water, dslr camera, crampons, axe, all the essentials and snowshoes. I got up to the ridge after a challenging slog through heavy, deep snowpack. Rather taxing! Feeling my energy levels dropping off the map, I continued on anyway. I got up to a steeper portion on the ridge and basically bonked so badly I had to chill there for half an hour. What was really bad about this point is a little exposure with the east cornice, and my legs started cramping so bad I just leaned over my planted ice axe, groaning in pain for at least 15 minutes. I've never felt like that in my life! Horrible. After that time passed, I limped extremely slowly to the summit. Took an hour just to get from 10,000 feet to a little over 11,000 at the summit. While at the peak I ate all my food in my pack, three cliff bars, a couple power bars, and drank at least a liter of water. That food did absolutely nothing... Not a damn thing.
While at the peak I was able to call home and say I was going to be late. That and took some photos, just sat there for a while, numb. I was able to get back to the truck at Tibble Fork ok but very slowly, after a nice glissade down a good portion of the upper mountain. Still I felt like hell. Got home and collapsed.
That weekend taught me a good lesson in carb loading like hell before these bigger peaks which require a little more effort. I've found that if I can down about 5,000 to 10,000 calories the day before one of these ventures, I'm good to go for at least 12 hours of action the next day without hardly having to eat a thing. It's worked out pretty good, and helps keep my weight where it should be.
Phew, its a rough experience when the energy is gone and the blood sugar crashes. Numerous times the same during bike racing.
When I did my extensive alpine stuff in Italy, I was no good a carb breakfast - 1/3 way up, stuffed. Changed to cooked breakfasts and power level remained on reaching the summits.
Recall a bomb out in Austria. Decended off the ridge in a snowstorm, ugly, gloomy day, and started trembling from hunger, and mountain isolation hit me. Found a couple of biscuits at the bottom of my pack and a little icy water left. Freaked me out and tears poured down my cheeks.