With four days left (including Wednesday), I found out new things about me and the stupefied healthcare providers that currently “support” me.
My “Crohn’s” cramps came back with a vengeance this week, and I had to get to the bottom of them to move forward. Okay, so maybe I’ve been eating a lot more potatoes and watermelon at work (the latter being a running gag with the Production Staff), and after my antibiotics, I could see myself potentially feeding the Candida overgrowth. I didn’t have this much watermelon at my disposal during January’s Whole30 run.
I took the day off from “Kidding” to recover from my cramps, and attempted a doctor’s appointment. When I called at 9:00 AM, I was notified of the once impossible-to-schedule doctor’s office’s amendment to their stuffed system; replaced with a walk-in option from 9-11 AM. I drove over by 9:15, and waited until 10 AM for the doctor to show up.
This week my cravings hit an all-time high. I had never wanted a beer or a taco in my life as much as I do right now. Cravings are a weird feeling. Once you kick sugar from your system with the Whole30 Food Experiment, you rarely have these urges. In fact, you’re able to parse out if your “hunger” is real famishment or just a craving. Continue reading
This past weekend I bought new clothes. There is always a fear that any new threads I buy I’ll have to turn around and sell because I lose or gain weight (spoilers, it’s rarely because of weight loss).
Now, I find myself at an impasse between healthy living and an outdated wardrobe, and for the very first time, I need a smaller size. Well, okay, I could have purchased new clothes a year ago (My stuff is outdated).
On Friday, May 25th, it will have been thirty days since I began my two-month variation on the Whole30, the Whole60. It’s hard to believe I could do it again after years of telling myself I couldn’t cut sugar out of my life for thirty days, yet here I am, in my second month of doing just that, and I don’t want to go back. Ever.
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I’ve found that when beginning the #Whole30 (or #Whole60), I tend to experience a moment of regression; my energy dips lower than before, my body cleanses itself, and I reemerge on the other side, dreaming of food. Well, the conjurings of my mind can’t test me more than Disneyland Park food… Boy, amusement parks aren’t made for us Whole30 folk. Did I succeed in evading my urges?
And how much do I weigh one week in?
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I’ve been slacking. Ever since February 6th when I conquered the Whole30 process and lost twenty pounds(!) I had never felt better… Until I’d resumed eating like I had used to before I began the food experiment. Granted, again, I ate largely the same way as the diet suggests, but I ate more carbs and drank more alcohol. During the Whole30, I discovered that I can’t stand the taste of milk anymore, sugar messes with me, and carbs are not my friend.
What’s worse, is that after the conclusion of the Whole30, my energy levels dropped precipitously, and I knew that to feel the way I want to feel (normal), I’d have to maintain the Whole30 lifestyle. So here I am again, except this time, it’s the Whole60.
This post is long overdue*. I have been working more days on 9-1-1 then ALL of my other television work combined. I’m incredibly grateful for that, but after I get home, my mind is spent, and I typically pass out within minutes of entering the front door. Usually on the floor or the couch. Heck, even one time, I fell asleep while brushing my teeth, and I didn’t get a single drop of toothpaste on me!
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