motivation

Whole30 Round 2, Days 3 and 4

Whole30 ChallengeI’m very happy to report that things are evening out in the meal prep department and I’ve fallen pretty well back into the groove that is Whole30 eating. After the headache and exhaustion of Day 2, Manny took both kids overnight (and both slept until 6 a.m., which is nothing short of a semi-miracle!) and I slept on the sofa for a blissful 9 hours.

Eggless Whole30 Options 

Breakfasts are tough for me with this meal plan, mostly because I don’t eat eggs. Can’t eat eggs. Won’t eat eggs. I find pretty much everything about an egg repulsive, from the appearance to the texture to the flavor, whether it’s fried in a pan or whipped into an omelet or a frittata. So I scramble eggs for the twins and their dad, and then have fruit–usually grapefruit–and Aidell’s chicken sausage (a Whole30 staple) on the side.

The Whole30 book’s advice is to toss your assumptions about what constitutes breakfast food and just think of breakfast as Meal 1. That has helped get over the mental hurdle of not having toast, oatmeal, or granola in the morning.

Big Meals:

On Day 3, I prepared a pot roast that was hearty and warming enough for the cold, rainy weather. On Day 4, I made this chocolate chili–even though I was out of onions and cumin, two pretty indispensable chili ingredients. If you’ve never put cocoa powder in your chili, it’s time to try it.

I’m already finding things that need to be tweaked. Like–less fruit, more veggies. Less dried fruit, in particular. When you’re on a Whole30, binging on raisins and dried mango actually becomes a concern. Also, Lara Bars. Those things are freakishly good and I can’t imagine doing a Whole30 without them.

This morning, I’m spending breakfast at Starbucks so I can get some work done.

I’m remembering how much I miss my lattes. Currently going through every form of Whole30 approved beverage that Starbucks offers, which shouldn’t take long. Today is iced (black, of course) cold brew. I’m hoping it’s better than yesterday’s Americano. I don’t know how people drink this stuff black on a regular basis.

The Feels

When you’re eating nourishing food, it’s easy to overlook how refreshing it is to go to bed at night knowing that you ate the best foods you possibly could. Normally I go to bed with a couple of diet-related regrets–like eating one (okay, four) too many of the kids’ graham crackers when the meal was already over. Or buying that candy bar at the store. Just being free of the mental burden of living with poor choices is huge, but it’s easy to miss the difference if you’re not paying attention.

I’m guessing this is because it feels so normal and healthy to go to bed without the mental and emotional luggage of poor food choices behind you.

Physically, my energy is back to pretty much normal levels and I’m feeling pretty good. My body tells me when I need to eat more, which is great because pre-Whole30 I didn’t necessarily get hungry (probably because I was overeating the wrong things). I could go most of a day without eating much, then realize I hadn’t eaten and overreact in the other direction. Three servings of pasta! Hurrah!

On the Whole30, though, I notice my stomach growling and my energy levels flagging a little about three hours after a meal. At that point, I’m forced to prepare and eat real food, if I haven’t already started the process. It feels very balanced. I even managed to squeeze in a run a couple of days ago, thanks to sudden warm weather that melted away most of the ice and snow.

That’s all for now. If you’ve read this far, I want to challenge you to go do something today that makes you proud. Something that will make you smile when you turn into night. Anything so you can say, hey, I did that thing, no matter what it was. Because going to bed with a victory behind you (even a tiny one!) makes for a much happier night of sleep and a better next morning than just going to bed with just the daily grind.

Nocturnal

Bed is so much more comfortable when someone you love is in it. And that’s not necessarily a good thing.

The hubster has been working nights. Incidentally, I have reverted to an almost completely nighttime schedule.

This is becoming a terrible, self-reinforcing pattern. I convince myself I’m sleepy sometime around 3 a.m., and then HE comes home and his sleepyness is contagious, and I can’t drag myself out of bed for the life of me.

Something about the magnetic force of having another warm body in bed just seeps into my already-confused circadian rhythms and convinces me that I must stay in bed. At all costs. It’s like well-intentioned, motivated lazyness.

Then all of a sudden, it’s 3 p.m. and I’ve slept for twelve hours. Two hours later, the hubster goes back to work, and the cycle starts again, relentlessly robbing me of the best hours of my day.

I’ve also discovered that pretty much the only thing open 24 hours a day on Guam is the K-Mart. Which is good for people-watching, if not much else. On weekends, the Infusion coffee shop in Tamuning stays open until midnight, which is great until… midnight. At which point I still have six hours left to pretend to be my usual productive, creative, *cough*responsible*cough* self.

2014 Resolution #11: Watch more sunrises. On this schedule, it should be easy.

I work out.

Some of you might not believe it by looking at me, but I’ve been undergoing a strenuous exercise regimen for the last… oh, month or so.

The results? Incredible. No, seriously, I’m incredulous every time I step on the scale, having sweated more than I wanted to sweat during a few days of workouts, and see that I haven’t lost a pound.

Every time I step on the scale, it rewards me with the same number I saw last time. Incredible.

It’s just the motivation I need to keep plugging on. Sometimes I reward myself with an extra glass of water to celebrate.

I might have noticed improvements in muscle tone if I wasn’t preoccupied by sore hamstrings, which protest about halfway up the three flights of stairs on the way to my third-floor classrooms every weekday.

I have a secret Pinterest board of fitness motivation. It’s awesome. It makes me want to persevere even though nothing has changed. 

The amazing thing about this new venture? It’s incredibly humbling. The whole In shape? Psssh, I can hike fifteen miles without even beginning to feel it the next day brag doesn’t stand up so well when I’m dying at the digital hands of a Jillian Michaels workout video.

What gives?

So, humility. And a number on a scale that doesn’t change, accompanied by a new-found respect for all the things I’m learning my body will not do… 

Oh, yeah. I feel empowered.

*keeps plugging*