Well here we are at Day 3. The days are really crawling by...
My headache is gone, which is confusing. I read that the amount of "suck" on Day 2 and 3 is directly proportional to how crappy I was eating before I started. I disagree. I deserved way more suck if that were the case.
I was definitely foggy today though.
Joe doesn't work on Thursdays (tomorrow), so we are very tempted to have a drink. I had a hard day at work, and all I wanna do is relax with a beer, ya know? I'm not sure what's gonna happen. It's like, we're only 3 days in, so starting over doesn't feel like we're losing out on that much progress.
OH decisions. I'm 60/40 on it, leaning in the direction of having this beer. I'm only human.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Update on Day 2
I have a horrible headache. My EYES are throbbing. Joe said it's the sugar dragon trying to get in any orifice he can. I feel like I just got mugged in a back alley by the Day 2 thugs.
Joe tried to convince me that because we have beer in the fridge we should drink it tonight because otherwise it will sit in the fridge for a month. Very convincing argument, but I didn't concede.
Also, my sister made chocolate chip cookies. They were sitting in a pan downstairs, and I touched one of them like a big creep.
I can't even sit up while I type this. If someone said I had to get up right now or else I had to lay here for the next 28 days of the Whole 30, I'd go with option 2. It'd be the easiest decision I've made all week.
I just Googled "typical Whole30 Day 2" and found this: http://whole30.com/2013/08/revised-timeline/
I was a little comforted when I saw that during Day 2-3 or "The Hangover" phase, it's typical to get headaches. But then I saw the next TWO phases being "Kill all the things" and "I Just want a nap". Great, something to look forward to. In fact, scrolling through the phases, I really don't see much at all to look forward to. There's a Pants not fitting phase, an I'm so over this phase...
And there are cookies downstairs. Did I mention that there are freaking cookies downstairs right now?
Well, thanks for rendering me unable to get up and walk down the stairs right now, Day 2. I see what you did there.
Joe tried to convince me that because we have beer in the fridge we should drink it tonight because otherwise it will sit in the fridge for a month. Very convincing argument, but I didn't concede.
Also, my sister made chocolate chip cookies. They were sitting in a pan downstairs, and I touched one of them like a big creep.
I can't even sit up while I type this. If someone said I had to get up right now or else I had to lay here for the next 28 days of the Whole 30, I'd go with option 2. It'd be the easiest decision I've made all week.
I just Googled "typical Whole30 Day 2" and found this: http://whole30.com/2013/08/revised-timeline/
I was a little comforted when I saw that during Day 2-3 or "The Hangover" phase, it's typical to get headaches. But then I saw the next TWO phases being "Kill all the things" and "I Just want a nap". Great, something to look forward to. In fact, scrolling through the phases, I really don't see much at all to look forward to. There's a Pants not fitting phase, an I'm so over this phase...
And there are cookies downstairs. Did I mention that there are freaking cookies downstairs right now?
Well, thanks for rendering me unable to get up and walk down the stairs right now, Day 2. I see what you did there.
Amanda: 2 Sugar Dragon: 28
Probably due to a combination of my stellar blogging and his own encounter with tiny baby pants that don't fit, Joe has agreed to embark on another Whole30 adventure with me. This is big news, because everyone knows how successful The Buddy System is, and the Whole30 Buddy System is no exception.
2 Days ago was a Football Sunday. I drank a beer, which led to more beer, so that couldn't very well be Whole30 day one. Apple juice on ice for the first Steelers game? Who was I kidding.
When Joe and I drink beer together, we make horrible decisions with regard to food. Earlier in the day, I was eating very well. A couple beers later the conversation goes something like:
*Commercial for Pizza Hut occurs during game*
Joe: "So, if we're really doing this Whole30 tomorrow, we should probably order bacon stuffed crust pizza tonight".
Amanda: "YES DEFINITELY" - orders it.
Joe: So this pizza really isn't that great. Maybe we should also order Pizza Joe's since we know we like that."
Amanda: "OMG YES YES YAAAAASSSS" - doesn't order it. Wants to, but instead enters pizza/grease/beer-induced coma.
I had considered possibly allowing a drink or two during this Whole30, but now I realize that there is no such thing as drinking responsibly, if responsibly means not devouring bacon and cheese stuffed crust pizza, then seriously considering eating another pizza. I just can't be trusted, so this is a 0 modifications Whole30.
So on to better news - as of today, it's not a drill. We're on Day 2 and things are going pretty OK. I hard boiled eggs for breakfast yesterday and today, had a salmon salad / chicken salads for lunches, and yesterday's dinner was a burger (no bread, duh) and brussel sprouts. I'm not sure what tonight's dinner will be but I'm sure we'll think of something sugarless.
I did have a minor screw up today on Day 2. My babysitter came over this morning with a coffee for me from Dunkin Donuts. It was disguised as a "black coffee". I should have known better when it tasted too delicious to be true. Sure enough, my skepticism got the best of me and I headed over to DunkinDonuts.com for the nutrition info. Turns out their "Black" pumpkin coffee turns into a pumpkin via sugar injection. Dunkin DEVILS, they are!
Anyway, I only had a little bit of it so I'm not counting it as a total failure for Day 2. I'm moving on to Day 3 tomorrow and forgetting all about this little misstep.
2 Days ago was a Football Sunday. I drank a beer, which led to more beer, so that couldn't very well be Whole30 day one. Apple juice on ice for the first Steelers game? Who was I kidding.
When Joe and I drink beer together, we make horrible decisions with regard to food. Earlier in the day, I was eating very well. A couple beers later the conversation goes something like:
*Commercial for Pizza Hut occurs during game*
Joe: "So, if we're really doing this Whole30 tomorrow, we should probably order bacon stuffed crust pizza tonight".
Amanda: "YES DEFINITELY" - orders it.
Joe: So this pizza really isn't that great. Maybe we should also order Pizza Joe's since we know we like that."
Amanda: "OMG YES YES YAAAAASSSS" - doesn't order it. Wants to, but instead enters pizza/grease/beer-induced coma.
I had considered possibly allowing a drink or two during this Whole30, but now I realize that there is no such thing as drinking responsibly, if responsibly means not devouring bacon and cheese stuffed crust pizza, then seriously considering eating another pizza. I just can't be trusted, so this is a 0 modifications Whole30.
So on to better news - as of today, it's not a drill. We're on Day 2 and things are going pretty OK. I hard boiled eggs for breakfast yesterday and today, had a salmon salad / chicken salads for lunches, and yesterday's dinner was a burger (no bread, duh) and brussel sprouts. I'm not sure what tonight's dinner will be but I'm sure we'll think of something sugarless.
I did have a minor screw up today on Day 2. My babysitter came over this morning with a coffee for me from Dunkin Donuts. It was disguised as a "black coffee". I should have known better when it tasted too delicious to be true. Sure enough, my skepticism got the best of me and I headed over to DunkinDonuts.com for the nutrition info. Turns out their "Black" pumpkin coffee turns into a pumpkin via sugar injection. Dunkin DEVILS, they are!
Anyway, I only had a little bit of it so I'm not counting it as a total failure for Day 2. I'm moving on to Day 3 tomorrow and forgetting all about this little misstep.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Whole30 Pregaming
So today is NOT the first day of my Whole30, but as my earlier post alluded, I'm gettin' real. Part of the gettin' real pregame is food journaling. Without it, I can sneakily eat and drink whatever I want and get away with it (at least until I try on my too tight pants).
So even though I didn't Whole30 today, I did record what I ate. Time to spill the beans:
Breakfast: I woke up and didn't have breakfast because I had to go straight to my grandma's house. When I got there, they had donuts. I wasn't going to eat one, but they started trying to feed donut cream to my baby. The crazy things that people do with babies is a whole different blog, but I can't tell you how many people try to give her cake, cupcakes, cookies, ice cream, pizza -- and they don't ask, they just do it. So that I didn't have to deal with "Why can't she have it?!?! What do you mean?! Look how much she likes it!" I took the freaking donut and I ate it myself. It was a bold move. Not a Whole30 move, but I'm not having a donut-eating, constipated baby. I'm not proud of a donut breakfast, but overall I feel pretty justified in this decision.
Lunch: I took my "Before" pictures around lunch time. I made salmon, green beans and carrots. Later on, I had some meat sauce that Joe made. No spaghetti, just the sauce. Rock on.
Dinner: Joe made chicken and brussel sprouts. All was looking good. UNTIL... I got a text from my mom that said "Just got here with Little Caesar's".
Side note - Joe and I have been living in the upstairs of my parents house now for about 5 months. I would gain 3 pounds just coming home for a weekend, no problem. So you can imagine what 5 months later is like.
When I went downstairs, not only were there 2 delicious Hot n' Readys, but also a pan of chocolate chip cookies and 2 pans of heavenly looking chocolate muffins. Un-freaking-believable. So, I had a piece of pizza. I justified it in my head by thinking about how I didn't have any beer and how I wouldn't eat a muffin OR a cookie. So if I just had ONE out of FOUR bad things, it's only 25% bad. On top of that, I would only have a little bit of pizza, and Amanda yesterday totally would have had way more than that. I don't know, it made sense while I was eating the pizza.
So on the negative side... I had half a donut and some pizza today. On the positive side, I didn't have any alcohol and I did eat some veggies. I'll say I broke even.
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Tomorrow is the first Sunday of football season. I know there is always an excuse for drinking and eating crappy but football Sunday is among the best excuses I can think of. Wings, Pizza, and Beer...! If I don't have a drink, how am I gonna relax a little and not refresh my fantasy football score every 20 seconds?
Last year, I was pregnant during football season, so I definitely didn't partake in the drinking aspect of it. I guess missing only a month isn't as bad as missing the whole season, eh? *sigh*.
Joe told me that I should put some apple juice in a whisky glass on ice so that I still have something to sip on. He said that as he was drinking a Yeungling right in front of my face. Apple juice on ice while I watch football... what am I a 12 year old boy? *sigh again*. I'll probably end up trying it.
So even though I didn't Whole30 today, I did record what I ate. Time to spill the beans:
Breakfast: I woke up and didn't have breakfast because I had to go straight to my grandma's house. When I got there, they had donuts. I wasn't going to eat one, but they started trying to feed donut cream to my baby. The crazy things that people do with babies is a whole different blog, but I can't tell you how many people try to give her cake, cupcakes, cookies, ice cream, pizza -- and they don't ask, they just do it. So that I didn't have to deal with "Why can't she have it?!?! What do you mean?! Look how much she likes it!" I took the freaking donut and I ate it myself. It was a bold move. Not a Whole30 move, but I'm not having a donut-eating, constipated baby. I'm not proud of a donut breakfast, but overall I feel pretty justified in this decision.
Lunch: I took my "Before" pictures around lunch time. I made salmon, green beans and carrots. Later on, I had some meat sauce that Joe made. No spaghetti, just the sauce. Rock on.
Dinner: Joe made chicken and brussel sprouts. All was looking good. UNTIL... I got a text from my mom that said "Just got here with Little Caesar's".
Side note - Joe and I have been living in the upstairs of my parents house now for about 5 months. I would gain 3 pounds just coming home for a weekend, no problem. So you can imagine what 5 months later is like.
When I went downstairs, not only were there 2 delicious Hot n' Readys, but also a pan of chocolate chip cookies and 2 pans of heavenly looking chocolate muffins. Un-freaking-believable. So, I had a piece of pizza. I justified it in my head by thinking about how I didn't have any beer and how I wouldn't eat a muffin OR a cookie. So if I just had ONE out of FOUR bad things, it's only 25% bad. On top of that, I would only have a little bit of pizza, and Amanda yesterday totally would have had way more than that. I don't know, it made sense while I was eating the pizza.
So on the negative side... I had half a donut and some pizza today. On the positive side, I didn't have any alcohol and I did eat some veggies. I'll say I broke even.
Tomorrow is the first Sunday of football season. I know there is always an excuse for drinking and eating crappy but football Sunday is among the best excuses I can think of. Wings, Pizza, and Beer...! If I don't have a drink, how am I gonna relax a little and not refresh my fantasy football score every 20 seconds?
Last year, I was pregnant during football season, so I definitely didn't partake in the drinking aspect of it. I guess missing only a month isn't as bad as missing the whole season, eh? *sigh*.
Joe told me that I should put some apple juice in a whisky glass on ice so that I still have something to sip on. He said that as he was drinking a Yeungling right in front of my face. Apple juice on ice while I watch football... what am I a 12 year old boy? *sigh again*. I'll probably end up trying it.
Missing: Amanda's Whole30 Wagon. Please return if found.
Getting back on the wagon is not nearly as easy as it sounds. You see, once you fall off the wagon, you roll several hundred yards away from the wagon as the wagon continues along. Then you lie there a little while succumbing to the injuries you incurred from falling off of the wagon. By the time you're ready to get back on, the wagon is hopelessly out of reach. By now, my wagon is probably somewhere on the west coast with a family and kids of his own. I don't know if I'd recognize my wagon if it ran me over.
The other day, I was at a festival when I checked my phone and saw an email from someone who found my blog. Among other really encouraging things, it said "Put down the cookie". I didn't have a cookie right at that time, but I did have a metaphorical cookie in the form of a 24 oz Mike's Hard Lemonade (who even drinks those??). The reader also said she had done a second Whole30, and that the second WAS harder than the first. So I'm not crazy? and someone else has done this? I think that was the kick in the ass I needed to go searching for my wayward wagon.
It's been a week since I saw that comment. I'm certainly not cruising along in my wagon yet, but I'm hot on its trail. One day, I went for a jog. Another day, I chose two hard boiled eggs instead of a fast food breakfast sandwich. And today, I took the a step from which there is no return-- I snapped some "Before" pictures. OHHH the "Before" pictures. Is there anything worse than when "Before" is "Today"?
So, I had a pair of *oh so tight* skinny black pants. They were always tight, but it didn't matter because they were goooood lookin'.
Today, as my prop for Picture Day, they are so far from good. It sorta looks like there is no way I actually pulled them up, so someone must have sewed them around me. Also, the seamstress underestimated how much fabric was needed, so she had someone else squeeze me together while she finished everything up. Then she had a great laugh about it later because I look RIDICULOUS.
Honestly though, I'm not that down on my appearance. I'm definitely not the biggest or heaviest I've ever been. I don't think I look too bad (when I'm not squeezing into tiny baby pants). But I'm not being healthy, and I don't feel great. I don't remember how fantastic I felt when I was Whole30ing... Fortunately, I wrote it down and it sounds incredible. I want to be back to that me. It's time for my hard reset.
I want to say thanks to the person who commented. I write this blog for myself because it keeps me accountable. With your help, it found a way to hold me accountable even when I was ignoring it. That's pretty cool :)
The other day, I was at a festival when I checked my phone and saw an email from someone who found my blog. Among other really encouraging things, it said "Put down the cookie". I didn't have a cookie right at that time, but I did have a metaphorical cookie in the form of a 24 oz Mike's Hard Lemonade (who even drinks those??). The reader also said she had done a second Whole30, and that the second WAS harder than the first. So I'm not crazy? and someone else has done this? I think that was the kick in the ass I needed to go searching for my wayward wagon.
It's been a week since I saw that comment. I'm certainly not cruising along in my wagon yet, but I'm hot on its trail. One day, I went for a jog. Another day, I chose two hard boiled eggs instead of a fast food breakfast sandwich. And today, I took the a step from which there is no return-- I snapped some "Before" pictures. OHHH the "Before" pictures. Is there anything worse than when "Before" is "Today"?
So, I had a pair of *oh so tight* skinny black pants. They were always tight, but it didn't matter because they were goooood lookin'.
Today, as my prop for Picture Day, they are so far from good. It sorta looks like there is no way I actually pulled them up, so someone must have sewed them around me. Also, the seamstress underestimated how much fabric was needed, so she had someone else squeeze me together while she finished everything up. Then she had a great laugh about it later because I look RIDICULOUS.
Honestly though, I'm not that down on my appearance. I'm definitely not the biggest or heaviest I've ever been. I don't think I look too bad (when I'm not squeezing into tiny baby pants). But I'm not being healthy, and I don't feel great. I don't remember how fantastic I felt when I was Whole30ing... Fortunately, I wrote it down and it sounds incredible. I want to be back to that me. It's time for my hard reset.
I want to say thanks to the person who commented. I write this blog for myself because it keeps me accountable. With your help, it found a way to hold me accountable even when I was ignoring it. That's pretty cool :)
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