I was so inexplicably exhausted yesterday that I didn't take time to rave about that chicken dish my mom made. It was awesome! As were the vegetables and fruity treat that went along with it. It's good to have a buddy on days like yesterday... I was also super cranky. But she helped me make it through.
I learned my lesson from yesterday, and I came home from work earlier than usual and took a big, fat nap. I also found the Whole30 timeline on their site, and there was a lot of nodding and "oh"ing, and also a bit of minor panicking for the days that lie ahead.
But my friend that's doing Whole30 is a few days ahead of us, and she's feeling pretty good on her Day 8. I'll keep an eye on her to know what I can expect...
Whatever it may be, I can handle it. I will handle it. Just don't take away my buddies.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Monday, October 12, 2015
Day 1 (third time's the charm?)
I tricked myself into going running this morning. I set my alarm 15 minutes earlier than usual, since lately I've been snoozing in about 15 minutes too long, which has left me arriving at work 15 minutes late.
So my alarm went off earlier than usual, I snoozed a little, then I got up when I needed to. I started getting dressed for work (which means weight lifting in the morning with two of my pupils before we begin school). I was halfway dressed when I realized.... today is Monday. We start an hour later on Mondays. I did not account for that when I set my alarm last night. Dang it! I was seconds away from getting back into my pajamas and torturing myself with less than an hour of not falling asleep, just to wake up more tired, when I decided to suck it up and go for a run.
It was hard, but not harder than Saturday's run, and I didn't regret doing it.
On the food side of things, I did great until I didn't get all the way away from work until about 7pm. That was a mistake. I was ravenous! My mom had planned a nice chicken dish for us to eat, but she left as late as I did, so we ended up getting bunless, condimentless hamburgers with fries from Jack in the Crack. Hey, it's technically part of the plan. Among the least preferred options, but still allowed.
Better planning tomorrow. For now, I sleep.
So my alarm went off earlier than usual, I snoozed a little, then I got up when I needed to. I started getting dressed for work (which means weight lifting in the morning with two of my pupils before we begin school). I was halfway dressed when I realized.... today is Monday. We start an hour later on Mondays. I did not account for that when I set my alarm last night. Dang it! I was seconds away from getting back into my pajamas and torturing myself with less than an hour of not falling asleep, just to wake up more tired, when I decided to suck it up and go for a run.
It was hard, but not harder than Saturday's run, and I didn't regret doing it.
On the food side of things, I did great until I didn't get all the way away from work until about 7pm. That was a mistake. I was ravenous! My mom had planned a nice chicken dish for us to eat, but she left as late as I did, so we ended up getting bunless, condimentless hamburgers with fries from Jack in the Crack. Hey, it's technically part of the plan. Among the least preferred options, but still allowed.
Better planning tomorrow. For now, I sleep.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Day 1 (again)
There's no way I'm letting that happen again. I'm serious this time.
That's what I told myself this morning. I had an apple for breakfast, then rushed out the door to make it to church on time (or close to on time).
After church I gathered the ingredients for my egg delight from yesterday (since I was too hungry to plan anything else) and rushed over to my mom's to start cooking. She had some pork in a crock pot, so we ate some of that along with the egg dish I prepared, and we topped it off by sampling the kiwano (a horned melon, filled with snot pacs that have a little seed floating inside each... they tasted a bit like cucumbers and a bit like very green bananas) and rambutans (the taste of which is hard to describe, though their texture is similar to that of grapes).
We talked about the Whole30 and read some funny food journals and recipes from it. My mom is very motivated to take this thing seriously, and it's definitely upped my motivation. I only wish she'd shared that with me before I decided to make the rest of the pumpkin cookie dough from the other night then eat five of the cookies. Don't worry--I topped that off with two slices of bacon later. As I drove home I experienced medium regret at not having grabbed a small handful of chocolate chips on my way out.
Strike 2.
That's what I told myself this morning. I had an apple for breakfast, then rushed out the door to make it to church on time (or close to on time).
After church I gathered the ingredients for my egg delight from yesterday (since I was too hungry to plan anything else) and rushed over to my mom's to start cooking. She had some pork in a crock pot, so we ate some of that along with the egg dish I prepared, and we topped it off by sampling the kiwano (a horned melon, filled with snot pacs that have a little seed floating inside each... they tasted a bit like cucumbers and a bit like very green bananas) and rambutans (the taste of which is hard to describe, though their texture is similar to that of grapes).
We talked about the Whole30 and read some funny food journals and recipes from it. My mom is very motivated to take this thing seriously, and it's definitely upped my motivation. I only wish she'd shared that with me before I decided to make the rest of the pumpkin cookie dough from the other night then eat five of the cookies. Don't worry--I topped that off with two slices of bacon later. As I drove home I experienced medium regret at not having grabbed a small handful of chocolate chips on my way out.
Strike 2.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Day 1
My aunt Camille wanted to start the Whole30 the minute I gave her the basic rundown. But since I wasn't exactly sure what the rules were, and since we were planning on other family members with less-than-prepared fridges and pantries to join in, I fought for a Monday start.
But when I woke up today, I felt fat. Not that I don't usually wake up feeling fat. It's just that today I felt extra fat. Maybe because I'm at the heaviest weight I've ever been, and because I've been at it for longer than I would care to admit. It's finally caught up to me.
"Today," I decided. "I start today."
So I went for a medium-length run (for me). It totally kicked my butt, and took me 20 minutes longer than I had planned on it taking. I was then 20 minutes late for a family get-together at Chik-Fil-A. I grabbed a banana and V8 Fusion on my way out the door (not the best choices for my first breakfast, but better than eating at Chik-Fil-A). I met up with the rest of the family and bravely ate my relatively healthy meal, surrounded by the wonderful aroma of deep fried goodness.
Since I was already at the mall, I made my mom go with me to buy some fat jeans I could wear on my date tonight. It seemed a little too tacky, even for me, to show up in stretchy pants or basketball shorts. And the pair of jeans I already had was a little too uncomfortably small.
After that depressing trip I went home and made some eggs with mushrooms, spinach, tomatoes, and avocado. It was delish. I cleaned my house. I washed my dishes. I got things in order. I was so ready for this. Then my date showed up and four hours later I found myself in an Italian restaurant, eating perfectly baked bread and some fantastic stuffed tortellini, smothered in creamy sauce.
Strike 1.
But when I woke up today, I felt fat. Not that I don't usually wake up feeling fat. It's just that today I felt extra fat. Maybe because I'm at the heaviest weight I've ever been, and because I've been at it for longer than I would care to admit. It's finally caught up to me.
"Today," I decided. "I start today."
So I went for a medium-length run (for me). It totally kicked my butt, and took me 20 minutes longer than I had planned on it taking. I was then 20 minutes late for a family get-together at Chik-Fil-A. I grabbed a banana and V8 Fusion on my way out the door (not the best choices for my first breakfast, but better than eating at Chik-Fil-A). I met up with the rest of the family and bravely ate my relatively healthy meal, surrounded by the wonderful aroma of deep fried goodness.
Since I was already at the mall, I made my mom go with me to buy some fat jeans I could wear on my date tonight. It seemed a little too tacky, even for me, to show up in stretchy pants or basketball shorts. And the pair of jeans I already had was a little too uncomfortably small.
After that depressing trip I went home and made some eggs with mushrooms, spinach, tomatoes, and avocado. It was delish. I cleaned my house. I washed my dishes. I got things in order. I was so ready for this. Then my date showed up and four hours later I found myself in an Italian restaurant, eating perfectly baked bread and some fantastic stuffed tortellini, smothered in creamy sauce.
Strike 1.
Friday, October 9, 2015
Foreword
I've known for a little while that I would be participating in the "Whole30" program with a good friend and some members of my family. My friend gave me a basic rundown of what the program basically is, which I then basically passed on to my family. Some are more excited than others. I may or may not be an other.
But I am in this.
Bring it on.
And while you're at it, UPS guy, bring the book that actually explains what we're actually supposed to be doing. Some of these other food blogs are confusing me. Though that lady at GoodCheapEats is pretty funny.
But I am in this.
Bring it on.
And while you're at it, UPS guy, bring the book that actually explains what we're actually supposed to be doing. Some of these other food blogs are confusing me. Though that lady at GoodCheapEats is pretty funny.
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