Time seems to be slipping away from me more often than normal this month. I mean where has August gone?
Week 2 of the Whole 30 adventure started with a bang. A fresh out of the fryer doughnut kind of bang…. No, I didn’t slip and eat a doughnut, while I was awake. But I did dream of a hot, crispy, plain cake doughnut. It was so good. I was doing so good. Organized, ahead of the game and then……
Fast forward and here I am rounding the corner on the end of week 3. I’ll admit week 2 was rough so I’ve had writers block trying to figure out how to put it into words. I worked an early shift that week which I feel has something to do with it but it just seemed like everything was hard and even the tiniest thing needed extra manpower to accomplish. I just couldn’t get the schedule down for some reason. Reflecting now I believe it is because in the morning I like to ingest at least one cup of good strong black coffee and center for the day ahead or read. I also felt like I had to pretty much wake up when the bars were closing to get anything accomplished. And wasn’t this defeating the purpose of trying to feel better? What good is it to me to work my way towards a healthier lifestyle when I’ stressing. (Silent killer, hello?!!!)
The first hurdle was figuring out how to blend a smoothie at 5 in the morning with Mr G sleeping essentially in the next room. (Our home is really small.) So to fix that bump, instead of making the smoothie and sipping as I got ready, I would put all of the ingredients in the blender and just wait until I was walking out the door to blend because Mr G wakes up at 5:30 anyway and I just had to make sure I brushed my teeth earlier. Smoothies taste no good right after brushing! Yuck.
I was also preparing and eating salads for lunch. It was great but since I had to be out of the house at 5:45 and it didn’t dawn on me to prep a weeks worth of lettuce I just felt rushed every morning. But I did have plenty of prepped vegetables at hand so when it finally dawned on me, I made tuna salad using guacamole instead of mayo (delicious) and then filled a mason jar with various veggie sticks like jicama, carrots, cucumbers and celery.
Both of the chicken dinners I’m showing included one half of an avocado and various raw vegetables as accouterments. I will say that the roasted chicken was my favorite meal of week 3. And I’m getting down right creative with ways to use fresh and left-over vegetables. For example, when I baked this big ol’ yam that you see below, it wasn’t all eaten at once. The next morning while scouting for smoothie ingredients I thought “Why not?”. Let me tell you putting baked yam in a smoothie is delicious. And since the broccoli had nothing on it I threw it in also. Doesn’t hurt right? Waste not want not.
Looking at these two meals I would wager to say they are indicative of how both of my weeks went in that during week 2 I was barely functioning and anxiety ridden but I worked through it and week 3 ended up being a lot better.
Over all I would say that physically I feel really good. I still have a ton of energy. I’ve started noticing a glow about me and I still don’t crave any sugar except in my dreams.
During week 2 when I was mentally and emotionally challenged, I noticed that I wanted to start eating something. So there I was standing at the fridge after work with the door open completely stressed and tired. I started asking myself questions:
- Are you hungry? NO
- Why are you thinking about eating? I DON’T KNOW
- Are you anxious? YES
- Is there something else you could be doing to alleviate your feelings of anxiety? YES
- Does it need to involve food? NO
I couldn’t reason myself into eating so I went and found something else to do. Needless to say my house is pretty sparkly right now, I’ve walked and ran more miles than I have in a long time and I’m starting to re-kindle artistic endeavors.
But I also learned something. (Always a win!) When the urge hits, instead of impersonating a wood chipper with a bag of chips, I now am choosing to take those deep breaths I’m always talking about and ask myself enough questions to get to the real motive behind why I want to eat. It has been coming down to nervous energy. And then I found that if I just gave myself a moment to center I could make healthy choices.
And I would say the biggest lesson I took from these two weeks is to slow down and dig deep for that motive behind not only eating habits but life habits in general. I mean I really didn’t need to do any more self psycho-analyzing then I already do but obviously to get to where I want to be it has to be done. And anyone who knows me knows I’m one analytical person. Which explains the nervous energy.
And trust me, I know this tick of mine won’t be miraculously solved in 30 days, if ever, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I had a rough go of it for a minute there. I’m human and far from perfect. Being totally candid, I don’t want to be perfect. I want to be the best version of myself that I know how to be and I want to continue to grow. Isn’t this what life is about? Growing and evolving into a better version of ourselves?
And that takes time. And that’s okay.