back on frittatas

After almost two weeks of breaking down my body with carbs, sugars, and many things I won’t mention, I started my third Whole30 yesterday.

I know that must sound very diet-righteous, and you already know I’m sick of the the diet police. Here’s why I refer to eating less healthy foods as breaking down my body:

In the last 2 weeks, I’ve felt my body deteriorate. Even though I’ve only gained about 2 pounds, there’s no more clear/glowing skin, I look and feel more bulky, I’m constipated and gassy (I’ve had a lot of dairy), I’m pretty much constantly bloated, I’m tired all the time – I wake up tired and I find it more difficult to fall asleep, I’m waking up much later, sugar cravings, mid-afternoon snack cravings, need caffeine for energy.

The good news is all is not lost. My knowledge on food, etc isn’t gone and I’m back on the struggle/journey. I’m trying to listen to my body again, and to eat just enough to get to the next meal. Sometimes this whole thing is so draining, honestly.

Still on the good news, today’s frittata was so delicious (beef, green peppers, mushrooms, onions, curry, thyme). I also worked out today and sorted out the drama with the trainer. I may not have written about that. Well it’s done anyway. AND I signed up at the gym at work. Eek!


downward spiral

I don’t know what to do about it. I’m eating carbs. They make me feel terrible. Heartburn, bloating, constipation, all of it. But I enjoy bread. Especially if it has a nationality or a region attached to it. Like French. Or Agege. Obviously I have no access to agege bread; I’m just being silly.

I was supposed to start another Whole30 past Monday, but it hasn’t worked out. I overdid it on my actual break (chicken and waffles, nutella crepe, hazelnut gelato, delicious wine, double bourbon and ginger ales, tequila shots, my life was actually bloody fun last weekend), and now I just can’t get past it.

Now that I’m back to thinking with my head instead of my stomach, I’ve decided to start again on Sunday. This gives me just about 30 days before my next vacation. Also, I tried on a bridesmaids dress today, and it was just about half an inch too small, so I’m ordering it anyway instead of ordering a size up. The wedding is on October 4, so I need to lose half an inch before then! Oh, dear.

reflection on day 28

Quarter end at work is finally over, and I feel sane again. And in this period of sanity I’ve been subconsciously reflecting. It’s day 28 and I’ve realized that in this round of the Whole30, I haven’t had any sugar cravings. I really miss wine and bourbon and cocktails (and tipsy conversations, to be honest), but no insane thoughts about chocolate and ice cream and bread like last time. My friend was hiding her cookies and San Pellegrino soda from me last night, but I had zero desire for them. I realized that despite the mess I’ve made and the lack of intentional nutrition I’ve put into this Whole30, I’m still reaping the benefits of cutting out starch, added sugars, dairy, legumes and alcohol.

That made me think to dig up this list┬áto highlight all the benefits I think I’ve got from the Whole30 so far. Also, with this new clarity of mind, I’m not looking forward to ending the Whole30 as much as I was before, because I’ve found amazing new recipes I’d like to try. But I figure not being on the Whole30 doesn’t mean not eating delicious, good-for-me food. It just also gives me the opportunity to go out and enjoy some spontaneous dining – guilt free, and without reading the entire menu and planning all my substitutions beforehand. I like this new freedom. Part of this freedom also includes no cashews until I think I can stop using it as an emotional crutch.

Here’s my list:

Physical (outside): Clearer skin, longer stronger nails, leaner appearance, clothes fitting better, less bloating, glowing skin.

Physical (inside): Fewer PMS symptoms, less constipation, less gas, less bloating, improved “regularity”, no more acid reflux, no more heartburn, no more chronic fatigue, (haven’t rechecked my blood pressure/cholesterol numbers).

Mood, emotion, psychology: I’m generally happier, no more sugar cravings, no more carb cravings, improved body image, improved self esteem improved confidence.

Brain function: Uhhhhh….. how do I know if I’ve experienced better brain function????

Sleep: I fall asleep more easily, I sleep more soundly, I no longer need an alarm clock to wake up (seriously, I woke up between 6:12 and 6:17 every day this week).

Energy: No more mid-day slump, more energy to socialize, no longer need to eat every 3 hours, I can go longer between meals and still feel ok, no longer need sugar or caffeine to prop up my energy.

Sport, exercise and play: I have the confidence to try something new (and my body yearns more for exercise).

Food: I have a healthier relationship with food, I practice mindful eating (with the exception of the cashews haha), I know which foods make me more healthy or less healthy, I’ve learnt to listen to my body, I’ve learnt to eat to satiety, I’m no longer afraid of dietary fat, I’m no longer a slave to sugar and carbs, I know when I’m hungry and when I’m just craving, I have fewer cravings, food no longer has unwanted “side effects”. I don’t think I’m satisfactorily accomplished in this category.

Lifestyle and social: I’m more knowledgeable about nutrition, I have new cooking skills. This category is a bit silly. Having like-minded friends who support my eating style is not an achievement (although I suppose it can be argued as a benefit). Neither is a new, nicer eating vocabulary. What the hell is nicer eating vocabulary? I still think ice cream and ofada constitute great vocabulary. Bloody weirdos.

Yay! Well this week, I’m remaking the plantain porridge since the last one went a-flying in the air. Did I mention that here? Just when I was getting ready to savor it after I had saved it all week, I dropped the pan on my foot and it bounced upside down on the floor and I had no breakfast. I know, plantain porridge for breakfast. But you already know I don’t care for societal breakfast rules. If I find spaghetti squash, I’m going to figure out something to do with it.