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Past Failures - Whole 30

After the last post about my anger toward sugar, I feel like I should acknowledge that I have attempted to completely detox from it and it did not work. When I decided to do Whole 30, I meant to catalog the whole ordeal. I did not, but I remember it, so here’s how it went:

I had read up on the Whole30 diet. It makes a fuck ton of sense. Don’t eat sugar. Eradicate anything that you could be allergic to - including gluten, soy, legumes, etc. etc. etc.

So I prepped. I decreased my soda and other candies. I made a list of recipes and, since I was the cook at that time, I made dinners that fit the bill. The rest of the family had the carbs, not me.

Every review says that the first 3-7 days are fucking terrible, but then it’s like the fog lifts and angels sing and you’re full of energy.

They’re fucking liars. (At least for me)

So I expected the first week to be terrible, I soldiered on. The second week came and went. I was still miserable. No cravings had reduced. I had less energy than ever (this is a very low bar to go under).

Okay, so maybe I was taking a little longer to adjust.

Third week was worse. I was exhausted beyond all good reason. I could barely move to cook dinner.

It was on Day 22 that I had a complete breakdown. I started sobbing to my husband about how terrible I felt and that I just wanted to be done. Then I couldn’t stop crying it was a total fucking meltdown.

He called my best friend who was doing this for me. Friend had had the terrible 3-7 days and was feeling great. Friend had decided that his family should live like this (but a little less) for the rest of their lives. Friend was having the best time of his life.

Friend could go fuck himself.

I told him that I was going to do my last 8 days. I wasn’t going to drop out. I wasn’t going to let him down. I said this while sobbing uncontrollably and thinking about ice cream.

Friend then told me to go have a root beer float and a hamburger. That it was just a diet and, if I felt like this, I didn’t need to be doing it any more. And I realize that he was probably right. At the time, I felt so useless. Such a failure. Such a motherfucking terrible human being. I couldn’t even last 30 days without sugar in my diet. 

I then had a root beer float and a hamburger and I balanced out really well. 

I don’t know why it didn’t work for me, but it absolutely is not an option to try again. I don’t think my marriage or friendships could handle it.

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Why is fitness clothing for skinny people?

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The all or nothing mentality

I see it more and more these days - the elimination diets. The idea that you can’t lose weight if you’re eating a particular food or food group. 

I’ve also spoken at length about this with my nutritionist. She says that it’s bullshit.

Well, she didn’t say the word bullshit, but her face did. 

In fact, there are numerous studies, that as long as you’re getting exercise, you can lose weight. I don’t know the unicorn who figured out how to lose 27 pounds eating Twinkies, Doritos, and Oreos, but I promise I’m not on a crusade to say that’s a great idea. 

My point is that, with diets like Whole 30 (tried it) everywhere, we’re constantly being told that we have to eradicate either one item or an entire food group from our diets. 

Bullshit.

I’m not saying I eat perfectly. I’m saying that taking all sugar out of someone’s diet isn’t actually necessary. Or at least, that’s what I hope to prove.

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This feels like the bravest thing I’ve ever done

Yep, that’s me, in all my fat glory. Yay.

I was going to be braver, but I wasn’t. Sorry, no face. Not ready yet. Apparently I already have some people reading these and I’m just not there. Someday?

According to my measurements from yesterday and the scale today, here’s where I’m sitting:

Weight: 257.4 lbs

Chest: 47.5″

Waist: 43.25″

Hips: 55.5″

Thighs: 30.5″

Arms: 16″

A few observations:

When I graduated high school, I had a 29″ waist. My thigh is now bigger than my 18 year old self’s waist

My BMI is 50. FIFTY. Holy shit. Holy shit.