Two days after I told my husband I was going to start blogging again, he decided to inform me that we would be implementing the Whole30 in to our lives. Did I mention that I bake? A lot. Oh, and I sometimes blog about what I have baked. This has irony written all over it.
In case you aren’t up to speed on what the Whole30 is, it is pretty much this torturous diet that eliminates all of the glorious foods in your life. Sugar, dairy, wheat, wine – it’s all shunned. So guess what that leaves me with…fruit, fresh vegetables, and organic meat. Oh, and a lot of meal prep.
On a positive note, I will say that I am excited to see if this change in lifestyle will accelerate my weight loss post baby. While I am not the most thrilled about drinking my coffee black for the next thirty days, it should make for a fairly entertaining read for you lovely people to enjoy. Yes, you. I bet right now you are chowing down on a yummy blueberry muffin, followed with your sugar-laced caffeinated beverage. (#jealous)
In case you thought I was exaggerating about the “torturous” part, here is what it says on page 34 of the book: “…you really have no reason to be nervous. Well, maybe one. Because after years (or decades) of less-than-healthy food habits, the next few days may be seriously deficient in sunshine or rainbows.” Awesome. I am personally a fan of rainy weather, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy feeling like a sad, gloomy storm cloud. Never-the-less, I have decided to press forward on this foodie revolution. (Not like I really have a choice. Thank you husband.)
For my own personal curiosity, I have decided to record a few facts, in regards to my current “health status”, so I can look back on any progress I might have made. *Please note, I am being vulnerable in sharing this information, so no judgey-judgers. I also want to make known that if you decide to jump on this arduous bandwagon in hopes of losing some serious weight, I am probably not the person to watch. I will still be breastfeeding throughout the next 30 days (God willing), and therefore, will not be allowing myself to cut any serious calories.
Current Weight – 116.6
Facial Skin – Light dark circles under eyes (thank you children) and a few temporary residents, otherwise known as, pimples.
Overall Body Appearance – Three words. Bloated and jiggly.
Clothes – Comfortably wearing size 4 in shorts/pants. My largest pair of pants are snug.
Current Emotions – Excited, slightly scatter-brained, a little stressed.
My normal morning breakfast routine consists of chugging a bottle of water, followed by an incredible cup of coffee – containing two sugars and about a tablespoon of creamer – accompanied with a bowl of oatmeal and fruit. Today, however, I traded in my delicious Nature’s Path Spiced Apple Oatmeal for some organic, cage-free eggs and avocado. I even tried drinking my coffee black; which thankfully, wasn’t as terrible as I was anticipating.
Check out that breakfast. I was clearly feeling proud of myself. Sitting there with my warm eggs and hot coffee; planning out that evening’s dinner, while my two children were behaving like precious little gems. I even briefly thought, “Oh, this is going to be so easy.” (Insert eye roll here.)
I am no stranger when it comes to fasting. I have fasted from chocolate, eaten solely fruits and veggies, and have even gone 17 days living on milk and water alone. *Not because I woke up one day and thought it was a good idea, but because I was feeling lead to at the time during the season I was in. All of that aside, I have never done anything like this before. Previously, when I was fasting, it was simple. I was able to wear my “blinders” and knew exactly what I was cutting out or living on. The Whole30 is a complete lifestyle change. It requires you to view your food choices from a totally different angle. (#exhausting) So by the time lunch rolled around, to say I was “ill-prepared”, is putting it mildly.
In a matter of 30 minutes, my easy-going children went from content to overly needy. They also decided to throw in some temper tantrums, a blowout, and constant nursing.
Instead of having time to pull together another “picture worthy” food photo…my meal consisted of cantaloupe and pistachios. Many pistachios. (At the this point, I am wondering whether or not I was under the influence of my usual evening glass of red wine when I agreed to this “exciting new diet”.) Once I got both boys down for their afternoon nap, my stomach was growling, so I consumed ANOTHER avocado with some salsa…and more pistachios.
The afternoon was brutal by definition in the mommy world. Noah was a ball of whining and fit-throwing; and Emmett was a clingy, nursing, non-napping fool. I was absolutely dreading having to prepare a fresh, home cooked meal. Protocol, after an afternoon like today, I would just toss something in the oven, but those days are long gone (at least for the next 30 days).
Up on the docket for dinner: Stuffed Peppers. Total prep and cooking time: 50 minutes.
Eesh…give me a break. 50 minutes, are you kidding me? About the time I was getting all of the ingredients out to trudge down this meal preparation path, my husband walked through the door! (#winning) With him here, we were able to play man-to-man coverage with the our miniature humans, and double team dinner.
I was a little skeptical of making stuffed bell peppers. I can honestly say that I have never had a desire to make them; but my husband picked our meals for the week, so I wasn’t going to complain. All-in-all, when it was time to sit down at the table, I was actually pretty impressed with the way they turned out.
Once we put the kids down for the night, I decided to put together a batch of protein salad so that I wouldn’t be blind-sided tomorrow, should it resemble anything like today. The recipe called for making your own mayo. I bravely attempted making homemade mayo, and failed dismally. So I substituted the mayo for mashed up avocado. (Apparently, avocado is going to be my go-to for the duration of this diet.)
Ordinarily, I would be consuming something sweet before bed, like cookies or chocolate, partnered with a glass of wine. However, this night was going to come to a close with me feeding my sugar craving with a frozen banana and chasing it with some water. (Definitely not the same as a cookie.) I think it goes without saying, my belly was less than satisfied, but I did survive day one.
29 days to go.