Sam-I-Am Posted October 21, 2013 Share Posted October 21, 2013 Well, this is a bit late, but I didn't start perusing the forums until well after we had started. Anyway, on October 12 my husband and I started our first Whole30. We were both your typical slightly overweight, overfed, under-exercised American couple with two kids and a dog. He's the CEO of an IT consulting firm that we started, and I mostly stay at home with the kids. I was about 20 pounds away from where I have felt the most comfortable, and he was about 30 pounds away. He'd gained 20 pounds when his job got a lot more stressful two years ago. He started trying to lose it a year ago. With careful calorie counting, a little more exercise, and a lot of food restrictions he lost a grand 5 pounds in a year. Me, well, I wasn't too fussed about extra weight because our youngest is 6 months old and I'd already gotten back to my pre-pregnancy weight. I was still twenty pounds away where I felt my ideal weight was, but between chasing a toddler and nursing a baby, I didn't want to take the time or mental energy to address the issue hardcore. I did, however, most certainly have my own food demons. I liked to reward myself for doing hard things with a handful (plus another handful or so) of candy corn or Skittles. Or I'd just set a pint of ice cream out on the counter and have a spoonful every so often while I did the dishes. I ADORED bread of any kind (except rye bread) and cheese, oh how I loved cheese. I couldn't give up cheese even though I suspected the baby had a dairy intolerance and would get an upset tummy when I had dairy products. We had talked quite a lot about how something needed to change but we were never on the same page. I'd heard a little about Whole30 from an online friend, and then a friend in my small group at church started a Whole30. I mentioned the idea to my husband and he was surprisingly on board with it. Turns out one of his friends, who works for a customer of my husband's company, was halfway through his own Whole30 and was raving about the changes he was seeing. I downloaded a sample of It Starts With Food on my Kindle and reserved the book at my local library. It was so engaging that when I finished the sample I bought the Kindle book and canceled my library reservation. My husband wanted to start right away but after realizing how much effort this was going to take in terms of food prep I asked for a week to prepare. I lasted 5 days. On my last day, after cleaning out the fridge and cupboards, I had one last hard lemonade with two sugar cookies and we plunged in. My husband took seriously the idea that the amount of crap you consume in the days prior to starting is directly proportionate to the suck you will experience in the first week. So he really started a couple days before I did and he's been going through the timeline a little ahead of me. It has been awesome having his support. I can't imagine trying to fix TWO sets of meals. It's hard enough changing my kitchen over to churning out so many veggies. I feel like we have been doing well. Hubbie had a corn tortilla a few days ago and we've both accidentally eaten a few things with wheat flour (they put wheat flour in taco seasoning?!) and soy (seriously, Celestial, soy lecithin in herbal tea?). Reading labels has been incredibly eye-opening. There's corn protein in sausage? Sugar in every lunch meat on the shelf? The withdrawal actually hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be. Sure, I would still really like a cookie or a sandwich or a piece of cheese, but I can't, so why am I going to waste time wishing for that food? I did have a dream that I ate pizza. It was really, really good pizza too. After three days I finally convinced myself to put the scale away too. THAT has probably been one of the hardest things! I am dying to know whether I'm losing weight. My face is getting thinner and my wedding ring is looser and my pants are baggy in the butt...yet somehow THAT NUMBER still takes precedence, in my mind, over how I look and feel. Days 4-5 were DEFINITELY Kill All The Things days for me. My poor kids. I freaked out at my toddler for stepping on my computer and then I put myself in time out. She got a kick out of that. I got surprisingly, irrationally angry at the stupidest things! Days 6-7, where you just want a nap? Dude. I have a 6 month old. That is my entire life. It didn't really phase me. I just was a little more motivated to learn to like coffee with coconut milk. Oh, the bloating and gas on days 8-9? Totally a thing. The last two days have been pretty musical, let's just put it that way. Good gracious, I had a lot to say. I am quite a determined person and I don't intend to give up or cheat "just a little" the next couple days, although they are supposed to be the hardest. I promised myself that if I completed the program without intentionally cheating, I was taking myself clothes shopping! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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