Day 27, 28, 29, and 30 were met with such anticipation for
Day 31. Day 31 was weigh-day. I stepped on the scale- 16 POUNDS LIGHTER; my
husband- 24!! Day 31 was a going to be a
great day. The day of freedom. The day of wine and ice cream and treats. It also happened to be a day that I promised
my 2nd period a party for being so well behaved- and I was bringing
the donuts.
Day 31 arrived. A
wine glass (for rebellion’s sake) filled with orange juice started off the
day. It tasted pretty good- but really
only in the “I’m doing something I am not supposed to be doing”-rebellious
teenager- kind of way. I get dressed for
school, and pick up the party goods. The
bell rings- my angel children walked in- and BOOM- party time. I start passing out the treats and donuts and
start perusing the choices. What was I going
to indulge on first?
I COULD NOT DECIDE!!!
It was not the “ooohhh so many good choices where do I begin” decision-
it was more of a “oh- I am going to blow 16 pounds for this?” I did not see that coming. One of the donuts had sprinkles.
Side note: There is nothing better in this world than
glitter on your nails and sprinkles on your food.
I decided that this was going to be my first treat. A glazed donut with sprinkles- perfection…
except it wasn’t. I tasted it- and was
SO disappointed. It tasted like plastic,
and after I ate it, I was filled with shame.
I love donuts. I love
sprinkles. How could I not love a
sprinkled donut?! And that is when it
hit me- the Whole 30 RUINED me! As a
kid, you always look forward to the day the teacher wants to have a party- junk
food bonanza. As a teacher, you look
forward to those days too for very similar reasons. And now- that joy was gone. The Whole 30 made me realize exactly what I was
eating, and what was going into my body that anything less than a “whole food”
and anything with more than 2 ingredients was a waste. The remainder of the day I was in a
funk. I felt tired, cranky, and slightly
depressed. My head started hurting, my
tummy started turning- and all for what?
Did I really put myself through misery for celebrating that I could
consume poison in my body once again?
Fast Forward…
Time has gone on and several things have happened. First my husband and I failed to plan out our
meals (Day 31 was on a Monday and we were so fixated on Monday Funday) and by
the end of the week we had nothing to cook- so it became easy to order in. There was a HEAVEY price to pay. The whole weekend my head was throbbing. I was sleeping so restless and when the sugar
high left, I felt depressed. We have
since jumped back on the wagon and are eating only Whole 30 approved foods-
except for wine J
The Whole 30 was fantastic experience my husband and
myself. We loved it- and while it was
strict, we strongly believe it has changed our lives for the better. Down a significant amount of LBS, and feeling
better than ever, my husband and I have signed up to run a half marathon
together. First time together ever. Hooters Half Marathon, March 2nd…
and yes- poison as it may be, we will celebrate afterwards J The next day-, we plan to be back on the
bandwagon.
I hope the Whole 30 ruins you too- it will be the best
decision you ever make.
