About 4 years ago I purchased the book The Whole 30 because I kept hearing of miraculous transformation stories of how people’s waistlines shrunk and their health was restored. I was inspired by friends that completed the program and described their journey as “life changing”. I wanted to be part of this revolution and I wanted the results…I just wanted pizza more.
Over the years, I picked up the book many times and casually glanced over the program (usually while sipping on a beer). I would always vow to start “on Monday”. When the day came to start, it never took long for my resolve to break. Someone would bring in donuts at work or I would be enticed with a weekend cocktail. My 30 days usually ended in about 30 minutes.
I needed to make a major change. I put on a significant amount of weight due to some health issues I experienced, the stress of a toxic a job, and the diagnosis of Primary Lateral Sclerosis my husband received. I gave up running and most other forms of exercise. It took me a long time but I finally I hit my breaking point when the scale hit numbers I only saw at my highest pregnancy weight. Not only was my weight out of control, I was dealing with a raging ulcer and brutal allergies. I was all around unhealthy. I knew I had to eventually get my money out of the book.
Being in my mid 40’s and feeling a lot older than my years is what ultimately gave me the motivation to start. My husband and I chose to do this together. My goal for the program was to break my dependence on sugar, lose a few pounds, and feel better. My husband’s goal was to also shed a few pounds and see if it would help with his mobility. I knew doing it together would be the only way either of us would stick to it.
We opted to start the day the kids went back to school, September 4th. We had enough time to plan how we would get through the month and deal with events that would have normally derailed us. I meal planned, grocery shopped, and even cooked. These are three tasks that I do not love and I am not good at. I am proud to say we survived the 30 days!
Here is the high level overview of my 30 days:
- Easy Peasy. Meals were planned and we weren’t hungry.
- Still felt okay but my allergies were killing me but it was nice to have all my meals planned.
- Tired, unfocused and grumpy
- SUPER CRABBY. Where the hell is my sugar???
- I stormed out of a car dealership, due to a limp handshake. Need I say more.
- I truly could kill someone and need to be contained.
- Headache and Exhausted
- Even worse headache today. Make it stop.
- Headache and more bloated than I have ever been in my whole entire life
- Still bloated.
- Feeling a bit better. Can’t believe I haven’t caved to Booze…I went to a party and didn’t drink.
- Survived another BD party with no cake, no booze, and ate tacos with no cheese
- Feeling okay-ish.
- I think I am rounding the corner and feel a bit more energetic
- I feel pretty good
- Feel good but got a nasty cold
- Sneezy but feeling good
- Another Friday, another weekend kicks off without booze
- Great! I survived a no booze for girls night
- Not hungry at all and I am craving anything
- Just fine and dandy.
- Softwar deployment night for work, ate my weight in pistachios
- Sinus infection takes over
- Major Headache
- Relief-FINALLY and I am feeling good
- Over this and now I REALLY WANT PIZZA!
- Counting down the minutes to be done with this where I can dive into a vat of gummy bears.
- I want a cocktail….and a Twinkie.
- OMG…..I my pants are baggy. I am down 19.2 lbs! My husband is down 22lbs. IN 30 DAYS!!
30 days done, now what?
I feel pretty darn good and I want to keep going. I like that my pants are getting baggy and my ulcer seems to have calmed down. I like that I can walk away from ice cream or birthday cake because I don’t have wicked sugar cravings anymore. I want the scale to continue moving south and I don’t want to go back to chomping handfuls of Tums to control my heartburn. I know going forward I will enjoy a cocktail or nachos on occasion but I would like this to be my new normal.