A Peek at the Peak

The event I have both feared and excited over is finally here—Day 1, the Peak Condition Project. Actually, it's after midnight, so technically it's finally over. Occasionally over the past couple of weeks, I've wondered why I signed up. Like, why did I really sign up? To achieve age-defying levels of skinny? A little bit. To lose those extra five pounds I put on this summer? Totally. To give myself a challenge? Yep. But let's be honest. I'm here to become a TOTAL BAD ASS. A glistening, one-handed push-upping, G. I. Jane, gun-toting, terminate-the-Terminator, Linda Hamilton-level BAD ASS.

Day 1: Check! So far, so good.

This week's assignment is simple enough: eat half of what you normally would. To which I immediately thought, if I could do that, wouldn't I already be in peak condition? Actually, it was pretty easy...on day one. But do you really eat half an apple? Half a hard-boiled egg? Luckily, I live in New York, where the other half is sure to find itself in needy hands. This evening, as I walked down the street, I experienced an odd, almost unfamiliar sensation—hunger. I can't remember the last time I was legitimately hungry. Usually I head the feeling off at the pass. Because I don't use food to fuel my body. I use it to sate my emotions. Stressed, overwhelmed, depressed, anxious, bored—put a cookie on it. A peach. Some peanut butter. I'm working to recalibrate my relationship with food outside of the PCP as well, and I'm sure I'll talk about it a lot in the next 90 days.

For now, this is just a peek. Let OPERATION TOTAL BAD ASS begin.

Grrrrr!