If you’re following my Instagram feed, you’ll see an awful lot of photos of food. I decided to challenge myself to the Whole30, a fairly “radical” way of eating for 30 days. Honestly, “radical” isn’t really the correct term, if you think about it from a different perspective.
Whole30 challenges you to strip your diet of unhealthy, possibly gut-damaging foods for 30 days. It’s only radical because we’ve trained ourselves to eat pretty crappy. Which takes a toll on our health and perpetuates cravings. Chocolate for me, obviously.
I decided to give my body and metabolism a reset. I’m on Day 6. It’s Saturday and weekends have always been my “raid the pantry” days. I’m nervous but hopeful.
The side-effects thus far haven’t been horrible. My hair is super greasy, possibly due to night sweats (that’s a postpartum issue too – weird, right?), I also think AF came back for a short, light stint on Tuesday. Which pissed me off. If you aren’t a woman and don’t know what AF is, just move on.
I’m finding that I’m definitely a stress eater. Not that I didn’t know that already. If the baby screams for over 20 minutes, I hit the almond butter, my chocolate replacement. I went through an entire jar in five days. FIVE DAYS. I’m not going to buy it this week if I can stay strong. If I don’t lose any weight during this challenge, it’s because of the damn almond butter.
I’m not just changing the way I eat for me, it’s for my breastfed son. TMI here, but his poop has been icky and green and I suspect a dairy intolerance. My other son had the same issue. So far his mood has vastly improved (a.k.a. he’s not acting like Charles Manson anymore) but he’s still having icky poo. Waiting another week on that front.
Back to me – the worst day thus far was Day 4. I had the shakes in the morning. So I hit up Mr. Almond Butter ASAP.
But overall, I’ve been feeling good. Going to the grocery store sucks. Especially when your husband makes a beeline for the beer tasting area. Jerk. But eating at home isn’t too hard when all the goodies are hit from eyesight.
Now I think my experience might be an exception to the requisite “hangover” you’re warned about. I don’t drink soda, I typically don’t eat cupcakes everyday, and I keep most sugar out of my main meals. But I was spiraling toward those habits. This is a nice break point.
We’ll see how the next week goes. Yes, I’m craving a chocolate cupcake, but I think I can wait 25 days to indulge.