5am ice baths and a strict vegan diet: my year of living( very) healthily
This time last year, I was overweight, out of shape and run down. Could I turn my life around?
This time last year, I could not get out of bed. Just days into January, a New Year resolution to get back into the gym had been rendered laughable by a flu unlike anything I’d ever known. Emergency childcare was marshalled from under the duvet; when it arrived, I had to crawl to open the front door. Friends took one look at the pitiful figure on her knees, clinging to the hallway radiator, and gently suggested I might need to start taking better care of myself.
They weren’t wrong. While I wouldn’t say I had lived a wildly unhealthy life, I’d never been what one would call health-conscious either. Partly this is because I am by nature quite greedy and lazy, and partly because until my 40 s my health had appeared to take care of itself. As long as I pottered along to the gym now and then, and maintained an eye on my weight, I’d managed to muddle through with no need for spirulina smoothies or a Holland& Barrett loyalty card.
It hadn’t passed to me that this policy might one day stop working. But after undergoing pretty brutal treatment for cancer in 2015, I observed myself overweight and horribly out of shape, with an immune system no longer worthy of the name. The flu was the final straw. Clearly, it was time for drastic measures. I had to get help.
I found a small company called Detox-Fit. It’s a kind of one-stop shop for fitness, and offer personal trainers and nutritional support- only not any old nutritional subsistence. Detox-Fit is militantly, evangelically vegan.
The truth, of which I am not proud, is that until then I’d not given animal welfare more than a occur gues in my life. I loved meat. In as much as I’d ever paid attention to veganism, in my mind it was a bit precious and a massive palaver. The obvious topic would therefore be: couldn’t I simply eat healthily without becoming a vegan? Why not simply listen to my body, and feed what it asks for? I can see that for lots of people- maybe most- this would be the sensible answer. In my lawsuit, however, it is a terrible idea, the message I consistently get from my body is that a great breakfast menu plan would be two Mars bars and a Cadbury’s finger of fudge.
Encouraged by the fact that the couple who run Detox-Fit definitely sounds like cartoons of physical perfection, I signed up to a personal trainer and a vegan diet for what I thought would be a three-month experimentation. To remove the possibility of willpower failure, I took the precautionary measure of posing for a “before” photo for Women’s Health magazine. I’ve always saw the fitness magazine’s” body challenge” series hypnotically compelling, and there is nothing like the prospect of an “after” photoshoot to hold you away from the fridge.
So in late January last year I began developing three or four times a week with a trainer called Rory Lynn, who used to be a professional rugby player and confounded my prejudices about PTs. Having always suspected they were little more than a lifestyle status emblem, and never imagination the idea of paying someone to shout at me in the gym, I had been doing the same workout routine by myself for nearly a quarter of a century. It was pretty much what you insure half the person or persons in any gym doing- some weight machines, a place of cardio on a treadmill, plus some Jane Fonda-ish wiggling of legs in the air. The potential that this had been an almost total waste of time had never intersected my mind.
Not one of the things I used to do in the gym featured in Rory’s workouts. I was introduced instead to an unfamiliar new world of bear creeping and burpees, Turkish get-ups and Russian spins, single leg glute bridges and crab strolls. A lot of his exerts were quite like moves one might stimulate in real life: lots of stepping sideways up on to a box, slamming medication balls down on to mats and walking up and down carrying heavy weights like suitcases. These always looked either easy or even quite fun when demonstrated by Rory. Minutes subsequently, I would be flat on my back, gasping for breath. When were we going to move on to the weights machines, I asked plaintively. We weren’t.
The really big surprise, however, was the unexpected pleasure of surrender. It was infinitely easier to develop to the point of nausea with Rory than it had ever been to amble around the gym by myself. Being temperamentally indisposed to relinquish control, it came as quite a revelation to discover how much simpler everything becomes when you do. Half the battle with the gym is simply getting yourself there; and once inside, the temptation to slope off after 20 minutes induces the whole business an endless internal battle. But with Rory in charge, I could stop thinking about it. You show up where reference is says, do what he tells you to, and, er, that’s it. “Were not receiving” willpower required.
Weirdly, I detected myself adopting other uncharacteristically healthy habits, virtually without noticing. I began defining my alarm for 5am, and beginning the day with a 15 -minute cold bath on the relevant recommendations of a friend who had also been through chemotherapy and swear by them, the believing being that they boost the immune system. The first time I tried one I hollered the house down. The trick, I soon learned, is to get into the bath when it’s still empty and let the water level rise over you. I wouldn’t run so far as to claim it’s a pleasurable experience, but the sensation when you get out is not unlike taking class A drugs- and on a good day the buzz can last until lunchtime. Dry brushing is also remarkably effective at attaining your body feel alive. It helps with lymphatic drainage and the excretion of toxins, is very simple, and works exactly as it audios. You brush yourself all over with a dry brush for about 10 minutes, and within a few days started to visibly glow.
Another big surprise about my new regime was that, far from being complicated, veganism stimulates life amazingly simple. For the first few weeks, while I was panicking about what to cook, Detox-Fit delivered vegan ready meals to my doorway- which was very convenient, plainly, but quite unnecessary. If you are someone who needs regulations in order to eat healthily, an omnivore diet becomes an endless negotiations among angels and demons, and everything you eat involves a decision. The pleasure of veganism is that you have to induce merely one decision: to eat no animal products. Once that’s done, you scarcely have to give food another believe. The ceaseless clamour of adverts and billboards urging you to eat things you shouldn’t is miraculously stillness. Junk food can shout at you all it likes; you can no longer hear. The world abruptly becomes blissfully calm.
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