I’ve just finished my lunch and I would kill for a piece of chocolate that has no sugar or calories in it, but tastes just like a Hershey’s Nugget (my normal, after-lunch go-to treat.) Todd and I are going CLEAN until Halloween. What’s wrong with us? We’re lame. That’s no alcohol, no sugar, no caffeine (except what’s in green tea), no starches, and literally a sh!t ton of low-glycemic vegetables – as many as we want to eat. Plus some proteins and healthy fats and fruit smoothies and stuff like that. Nothing processed, nothing from a package. All clean. Two weeks. If I survive this first 24 hours I commit to chronicle the experience here so that next time we decide to do something like this, I’ll have something to point to and say, “Remember this?? It was so stupid. We almost died.”
But for real, why are we doing it? I’ll be 40 in five months. And I’ve determined that this body of mine, and how it’s shaped and what it weighs and how it looks is really completely out of my own control. I’ve spent the past several months dedicated to an exercise regimen that is simply not working for me. And by “not working” I mean, I’ve not lost any weight. I’ve been working my ass of, and I’ve actually found weight. Weight that I dropped right after having babies, I just FOUND it lying around, and picked it back up. Slopped it on. Granted, I’ve not changed my diet much. While I am a generally healthy eater, I certainly do indulge when I want to. And that’s perfectly fine. But I want (need) to push my body a bit to see if it can or even will respond. And if it doesn’t, I’m throwing in the towel.
Not really. I’ll continue to exercise and work to maintain this new physique and be happy with it. (That’s actually the advice my doctor gave me at my last check up – can you believe that?) I’ll make peace with the curves. Transform my closet from “that is so cute” to “this covers in all the right places”. (That transformation has already begun, actually.)
Today, I’ve had a smoothie, insane amounts of green tea, a salad, some vegetable broth, and a little veggie/egg white/quinoa muffin. Things I’ve NOT had today:
- my delicious latte with steamed milk and sugar,
- that heavenly Oats n’ Honey granola bar that goes so well with my coffee,
- or anything sweet to get the taste of lunch out of my mouth.
It’s all good. I’m six hours into it and besides my constant obsessing over that list above, I think I’m coping just fine. It helps that I’ve been listening to “Wheat Belly” on Audible on my commute. That’ll make you think that you’re either going to die or at least live a life plagued by extreme schizophrenia and every other health condition known to man if you eat wheat. That helps a lot.
Lauri Luckey 