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How I define it…
At the end of the day today, I will have completed my first Whole 30 with only the following “cheats”.
- Goat cheese on my daily lunch salad.
- Non-dairy coffee creamer in my coffee.
- Diet sodas.
- 1 Uber brownie
Overall? I kicked some Whole 30 ass. What’s more, I feel fantastic. No more sugar cravings and if I do have one, I know what triggered it and can eliminate that from my diet (gum…kicks my but and makes me want more, more, more…it’s gone). No more feeling bloated. No more constipation (that’s HUGE). I’ve lost 8 pounds as of yesterday (I just couldn’t wait one minute longer to get on the scale!) I’ll check again tomorrow morning but I couldn’t be any more pleased. Why? Well I’m glad you asked! Read on my friends.
I did this without having to think about, count, weigh or measure one damn thing. I have done every diet ever on the market. Because of that, food and the management of it has become a way of life for me. An obsession. My own personal prison. Because it’s always been this way, it’s all I ever knew. Gain some weight? Go on Scarsdale for a couple of weeks. Looking pudgy? Enroll in Jenny Craig (or Nutrisystem). Weight out of control? Weight Watchers…it’s works for everyone right? Yes – but not in the long term for me.
Why? Because I wanted something I could do forever. I wanted a way of life. I wanted to make peace with food. I wanted peace of mind.
I found it. Thank you God for answering my prayers and giving me the courage to jump into my “science experiment”. Thank you for not letting me quit in the first two weeks when I thought I might kill someone. Thank you for making me stubborn.
Now my head is quiet. No only is the beast still sleeping, but I’m not obsessing about food. How much, what type, when and how much fat, carbs and calories are in each bite. AND I’m not obsessing about how much I’ll have to work out in order to burn the calories, fat and carbs. Which brings me to my second point which is even more important.
I didn’t work out once during this entire thirty days. As I’ve mentioned before, this is our busy season at work which leaves absolutely no time for exercise. Additionally, it’s been so freaking hot and even more humid that this 50+, post menopausal woman has not left the house most of the summer. I’ve missed moving my body but I have not obsessed about it. Before, the guilt of not working out would have overwhelmed me and been a constant reminder of what a failure I am. Not now. Now I can move for pleasure and health and not calorie burn. (Imagine that!) So if I decide to take up running, or Zumba, or become a yoga instructor, it will be because I WANT to and not because I have to do something to burn the calories I eat.
I’m telling you, without a shadow of a doubt, this is a miracle. Someone call the Pope, this is a bona fide miracle and should be documented.
I don’t think about what I need to or should or want to eat. I eat because I’m hungry and that’s all. I enjoy my food and I make sure it’s tasty but I’m not using food to fill a void. Just like when I stopped drinking, I’m figuring out how to deal with those feelings head on and not trying to go around them. I’m eating to live and not living to eat.
So I’m taking a break for a week while I go to my nephew’s wedding and I’m not worried one single bit about what or how I’ll cope. I’m not worried about it the same way I’m not worried about the booze that will be at the wedding. I’ll just deal. If it gets too much I’ll step out. I’ll meditate. I’ll go back to the hotel and do some yoga. I’ll grab my granddaughter and play with her. Not a problem. At all.
When I return I’ll embark on Phase II of my Whole 30 journey. September 18th. My newsletter will begin to arrive from the website (see my last post for details) which I wish I had done the first time around. I’ve decided that I’m giving up the goat cheese and the diet soda and the gum but the jury is out on the creamer. We’ll see. The reason I’ve added the goat cheese is that I’m still very congested at night. When I was a child I was “allergic” to milk. Every time I drank it, I got congested and developed pneumonia. I’m no doctor but I can follow that protocol. I’ll take it out and see if it helps. If not, I can always add it back in.
So how about you? Here’s where we are with our Challenge…
Mrs. D – 9/18
Annette – 8/26
Carrie – 8/29
Jessie – 9/8 (Good luck!)
Penelope – 9/18
Connie – 9/18
Dawn – 918
Amy – 9/18 (Amy…would you share the meditations you mentioned?)
If I’ve missed you, please chime in! I haven’t been very good about recording who’s in and who isn’t but I’m doing better now. I have a little book that I’m using to record names and dates so we can check in with each other from time to time.
Namaste guys, I wish you Shanti…peace.