Okay so it has been a CRAZY week. Since I’m on day 12 and have a really shitty memory, don’t hold me to what I ate -exactly- on days 9 and 10. But I was on point with it, I swear on whatever there is to swear on.
This week was a bunch of up and down. Fortunately I FINALLY found an apartment. It’s at the very top of my budget and I’ll definitely need to pinch pennies to save for Christmas gifts this year, but it’s a cute apartment with a full kitchen and I have it all to myself.
The Whole30 folks weren’t kidding about days 10 and 11 being awful. I’d say day 10 was my hardest to date, insofar as battling cravings. And they were right - I didn’t want anything in particular like day 2, I was just missing the fact that I COULDN’T eat stuff. I went to my nearest Redbox the night of the 10th, which happens to be in a grocery store, and I swear (I’m swearing to a lot of stuff today, aren’t I?) I have never had so much determination NOT to eat a carb/dairy. I’m looking at you Safeway brand potato salad.
Nevertheless, I survived. Day 11 I was still wanting food I couldn’t have, but putting a new word, MISSING, not CRAVING made it easier to bear somehow. Maybe because it forced me to think about what I was feeling when I wanted to break the progress I’d made and see that I didn’t want it, I just missed it.
Not to get too much into the TMI with you all, but it’s kind of an NSV. Having PCOS my time of the month doesn’t come every month, and being the weight that I am doesn’t help. So in a horray/oh fuck moment, my not-so-friend showed up for the first time in eight months. That’s right eight.
I do have a confession. I know they repeat over and over not to measure or weigh yourself for the full month, and to let this be a way to break the dependency on the scale, however... just no. I’m not measuring or weighing myself daily, but I am weighing in periodically because I have scale goals. I do, and I’m not ashamed of that. Yes, I want to get fit and strong, but I also want to lose fat and watch the number on the scale drop like a horrifying amusement park ride.
And I’m proud to say, that even on my period, on day 12 I am down 10.3lbs.
Breakfast - coffee with coconut milk, 2 bananas
Lunch - really awful thai chicken in coconut milk (two bites and I was done), package of almonds (1 oz)
Dinner - 2 program-compliant sausages, my (now a staple) chili with tons of kale
Breakfast - coffee with coconut milk, a banana
Lunch - 2 servings grilled chicken, 1 serving skirt steak
Dinner - 2 program-compliant sausages, chili with tons of kale
Breakfast - huge coffee with coconut milk because the assholes ran out of bananas
Lunch - salad with tons of grilled chicken (2 servings), lettuce (obviously), and salsa
Dinner - 2 program-compliant sausages, chili with tons of kale
Breakfast - coffee with coconut milk, a banana
Lunch 1.5 servings grilled chicken, 1/2 serving skirt steak
Dinner - almonds and cashews (wasn’t too hungry but thought I should get some o’ those healthy fats in my system and eat a little before bed)
I’m still not drinking enough water, and have yet to work out. In time my dears. This weekend I’ll start doing some cardio and hopefully return to lifting weights (YAY!!), and I’ll try to better monitor my water progress throughout the day now that I feel like I have a decent handle on the food thing.