I have the opportunity to participate in a 3-week guided spring cleanse. It’s not fasting, but it is a complete overhaul of what I eat with specific food groups eliminated over a 3-week period to determine food sensitivities and amplify body detoxification. I’ve seen testimonials from programs like this before, and I know it could only help my weight situation and my health overall.
The foods I would be asked to eliminate compose the bulk of my diet, and unfortunately this isn’t an exaggeration. It’s everything the doc suggested a couple of months back, and then some. The difference is I would have access to a forum for positive reinforcement, and the health coach’s knowledge and ear for that 3-week period, and that could prove invaluable.
The main theme appears to be based on the philosophies of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition. I’m so impressed with this institution, I’ve given thought to becoming a health coach through their program (if only I actually liked people a little more, winkwink). They took the Standard American Diet and turned it on its ear, and scores of people have benefited and created careers based on their programs.
My doc had mentioned the program at my visit last week, and this weekend I got the monthly newsletter with the full scoop. As I read through what it would entail, I realized how very much I needed something like this. The cost, with my discount, is reasonable (only because I’ve been around the block where health coach fees are concerned…explaining it to Hubs is another story, though given the good it could do for me, I doubt I’ll get pushback). It is a pinch high for my liking, but I’m recognizing I need to make the effort. Sitting here, avoiding work for a pinch while drinking my third cup of coffee of the day and chasing breakfast with a cookie, I recognize that the word “need” is a friggin’ understatement of the highest order.
Short story long, as I sat there reading the details of the program and doing all this recognizing, I realized I was experiencing a rather palpable reaction…
Parsing those feelings ain’t exactly hard. I’ve been seesawing emotionally a bit more lately (gee, thanks, over-40 hormones!), to my shame and the Hubs’ chagrin, and I’d like to get that under control (ha! I originally wrote that “I’d rather get that under control”…..like the two are mutually exclusive and I can’t do them both at the same time, classic!). I don’t want to feel deprived, because I’ve never been able to stick to a program when that’s the case. I’m worried about doing away with the foods I love, even temporarily. I’m probably more scared about the idea that I might find better foods to replace them. You know you’re an emotional eater when the idea of eating healthier makes you feel like you could be losing a friend. I love a good sugar high, even though they’re becoming harder to enjoy for long stretches, because my body is finally telling me to knock that shit off. I can’t imagine healthy food offering the same thing…which is closed-minded idiocy, I know.
How can I be so close to the turning point and my brain is still trying to sabotage me? Is it part of the addictive nature of the standard American diet, a chemical reaction that supersedes the habitual? I’ll be working through those questions and others, while I wait for my next payday so I can take the plunge, and I pray for the necessary strength.
Image from here.