As some of you know, I’ve lost over 100 lbs (45.45 kilos) since 2008 and my goal is to lose 30 lbs (13.64 kilos) more and for me trying to eat healthy in Holland is like Lindsay Lohan trying to stay out of rehab. Although, I don’t think anything is impossible and I’m bound and determined to meet my goal and not let the oliebollen and the stroopwafels get the best of me. There are bakeries and snack bars on every corner and the smell of fresh bread taunting me: “Kinna, come eat me with some butter and cheese. Just workout harder.
Start Monday. Diabetes is a myth.” (I do go to the gym everyday, but I don’t think it would be as easy getting there in this weather if they didn’t have American TV playing on their screens. Oprah comes on at 3pm here too. Yay!) It’s not like we don’t have bakeries and fattening food in America, obviously the majority of Americans are overweight, but I was in my car there, not walking on the streets, smelling and browsing every window. It’s much more in my face here. It kinda reminds me of the movie “Crash”, except I’m not crashing into people. I’m crashing into carbohydrates. The inner child in me screams: “It’s cold outside and I want some comfort food!” Then I have to play Mom with myself and say: “Kinna, you know that you’ll only feel bad afterwards. Have a yummy salad instead with some lean protein and you’re bound to feel better”. Inner child: “But Mom, everyone else here gets to eat it and they’re all skinny.” Then Mom comes back with: “Kinna, they are all giants and can handle more food. You’re only 4’11" and ¾. It’s not good for you. If everyone was jumping off a cliff would you do it too?” Inner child responds: “If there was a bagel with some cream cheese at the bottom of that cliff, then I would.” Sometimes my inner child wins the battle and sometimes my inner Mom wins.
The other day, my boyfriend and I were walking in Amsterdam and literally in a one block radius, I counted 4 bakeries, 3 sex shops, 3 coffee shops (a place where they sell Marijuana) and 3 bars. How the hell can anyone make it off that street without giving into some type of temptation? It’s the 7 deadly sins all on one block. I wonder if Mother Teresa, Jesus or Ghandi could’ve made it past all those temptations? Oh well, at least you don’t have to go far to get all your daily sinning out of the way. If you’ve been following my other blogs, I have some breaking news.
A few days ago, Sinterklaas came early for Kinna. He came bearing a beautiful clothes dryer. The clouds parted from the sky, the sun came out and a little tiny tear fell from the corner of my eye. Since then I’ve been enjoying Holland much more with warm dry clothes. Kinna McInroe (KinnaMcInroe.net)ShareThis