"You can't be the kid standing at the top of the water slide, overthinking it. You have to go down the chute.: -Tina Fey
I have a love/hate-hate/hate-love/love relationship with food. Being a southerner, food is a part of everything we do. Every celebration, every get-together, every sporting event, you get the idea. As I started trying to lose weight, I have been back and forth with what/how/when to eat.
I've gone to a nutritionist. I've been on Weight Watchers. I've been on crazy diets.
Then Trace brings in a challenge.
The Whole30.
I finished most of the book yesterday. I took vacation this week, when the intentions of planning out my whole month's worth of meals ( that wasn't my entire reason for vacation, c'mon). I've started to cut back on everything that the 30 days doesn't allow. It seems pretty easy. It's all about eating REAL food. Lots of protein and veggies. No sugars. No dairy. No grains. I'm nervous. Their "good day" example is a 2300 calorie day. I'm lucky to make 1500 on most days. I'm excited to see how my relationship with food changes and becomes something better. That I begin to eat what my body needs, not what I think it wants. To change my body from the inside out, get rid of problems within my body, to make my body function much better. Thus being a better person; in the gym, in my job, with my friends, with my family.
With some insight from wiser people, this folder on my phone is gone (so is the CM Punk background...Now, it's my new favorite linebacker..it's football season!). My scale was gone in August. Now this in September. I relied to heavily on my fitness apps. I obsessed over them. They're gone until January 1. If I'm in a place where these apps are a tool and not an addiction, I'll bring them back.
Oh yeah, the scale. The stoooopid scale. I haven't weighed since August. Now, I won't weigh until January 1. Some days are better than others when it comes to how I feel about that. I've wanted to go to the clinic at work sometimes to see if they'll let me use theirs...but the nurses are kind of nosey...so I don't. I've thought about weighing when I go to Louisville. But I don't because I know someone will ask, and I can't lie. I'm trying to learn what my body feels like and not get so hung up on the number the scale shows me. Some days I feel like the Marshmallow Man..some days I feel like my body has changed. It's a battle. I haven't run out of ammo, yet.
I plan on updating this a lot more, as I go thru the challenge. I want you to know how I'm feeling, what's changed, how I'm feeling in the gym and outside of it. I'll share recipes too. It will be fun to experiment in the kitchen again.