I’m still in a honeymoon period. Basically Leo-at-the-front-of-the-ship-King-of-the-World-awesome right now. It’s borderline unnerving. I’m supposed to feel like crap. I probably will feel like crap, get moody, etc., in the coming weeks. Waiting for it to happen blows. That’s sounds negative, but I like to be ready.
My normal regimen was:
Breakfast: Coffee with cow’s milk and sugar, whatever’s easy for breakfast….homemade waffles, entenmann’s donuts, the occasional egg sandwich (telling myself it’s OK because the bread’s homemade…white, but homemade)
Snacks: chips, cookies, candy, garbage
Lunch: Sandwich of some kind
Snacks: chips, cookies, candy, garbage
Dinner: Sandwiches again if we’re not trying hard that week, AVL’s version of fast food if we’re really lazy (complete with fries); the occasional sit-down meal with too much butter, no green veggies
TV time: grazing with above snacks until bedtime, and then wondering why I get up to pee 4 times at night (pancreas on overdrive)
I’m in my mid-40s and eat like I’m back in college. Pretty sure good genetics are the only thing that kept me from going full-blown diabetic, thank the gods. But I weigh 260 and I’m 5’8″. Change had to occur.
I spent last weekend planning and stocking, and jumped in on Monday. There’s a meal plan on the fridge, and while I’m not following it to the letter by any means, it has proven an excellent resource, because it reminds me of all the good meal ideas that are available at arms reach.
Cravings are low still, and that’s remarkable. It allowed me to bake cookies for my husband the other night without snitching a single chip or spoon of batter (usually I sample batter and kill half a dozen cookies after baking). That alone makes me think my brain has been temporarily taken over by alien visitors. Work has been spotty this week; there are times when the queues are empty, so yesterday I went for a walk. Today, when the queues went dry, I went for a walk AGAIN. It’s crazypants!
This all sounds like, whatever, probably to the average person, but for a fatty who works at a computer all day, exercise isn’t something that gets penciled in normally. Instead our joints deteriorate and we whine about being in pain, but we don’t do anything about it. I’m pretty sure I’m an athlete trapped in an uncoordinated, fat-persons’ body. It’s what causes me to think my body can do more than it actually does, so I do stupid things, like hike 5 miles in one shot, and then wonder why my arthritis flares up so badly the next 4 days that I can barely walk.
This regimen has adjusted my thinking. Yesterday I walked 30 minutes, and today, the same. No more than that. Would’ve been stupid in this heat anyway. The heat’s never as bad as that ridiculous excuse of a state where I’m from (FL)…today was 85ish with only 34% humidity, so even when you’re standing in direct sunlight, if you’re a former Floridian, you’re thinking, huh, this ain’t so bad. Nice to have perspective. But my point is that in the past, I would have pushed myself more, since I was out there feeling SO DAMN GOOD, but since I have plenty of work ahead of me tonight, and would like to be able to move later and tomorrow and not fall asleep while working, I stopped at 30 minutes and patted myself on the back.
My joints are soreish from the walking, but I haven’t woken up in pain for the last 2 days, and haven’t taken Advil since Monday. I overslept today, but am not kicking myself, figure I need whatever I can get while my body’s adjusting. The real test will be next weekend, when we have visitors and my stress level climbs. Interesting thing is that my mental speaking is even changing right now. It’s not “if” i finish Whole 30, it’s “when”……and there’s no damn way I’m going back to the old way of eating after I reboot. Sweets will be for special occasions, not daily occurances. I’m over killing myself with food!