83501Maria Posted October 15, 2014 Share Posted October 15, 2014 I started my Whole 30 on Oct. 1 with an accountability buddy. Her W30 fell apart the first weekend due to I-don't-know-what-all. There have been a series of illnesses & deaths recently in her family, I don't know how food works in her life, and she really didn't want to go into "what happened" just right then. She restarted and I think is back on track; I haven't seen her for several days (we work together and I took annual leave part of last & this week). My W30 didn't implode like hers did, but one or two non-compliant items a day knowingly made their way into my food choices: choosing to eat the dinner my boyfriend made, even after I learned he'd marinated the stir-fry in soy sauce "because that little bit of soy won't hurt you", choosing to drink the lemonade and choosing to not exchange the non-compliant vinaigrette I reflexively (lemonade) and mistakenly (vinaigrette) ordered while lunching out, etc. While I'm bummed that I didn't make it 30 days, I'm happy about the things I learned or got back in touch with. Among them: First, I was shocked by how many people assumed I was doing a W30 to lose weight. Each time I turned down a food opportunity and, when pressed, cited my W30, people unfamiliar with W30 assumed I was trying to lose weight. --I'm 5'8" and weigh about 230. I don't *know* because I don't own a scale capable of weighing a person. I do, however, own a 1lb kitchen scale. --While I'm aware that I'm a big gal--I do clothe and wash myself, therefore the big-ness is hard to miss--the numbers which worry me are portion size, my LDL, HDL, BP and blood sugar. I figure if I do what I need to do, to get those in line, my weight will follow. As a young adult, I had no idea about portion control. In my childhood, daily meals were served farm style and the rules were: either "eat whatever had been prepared" or, in more lenient households, "eat what you take, take what you'll eat." When eating out and the meal was served with everything already plated, we were still expected to clean our plates. There was no such thing as a special diet; people with allergies/sensitivities/intolerances were "picky eaters" and looked down upon. People who said something was unhealthy were ridiculed. While I don't have high blood pressure, high cholesterol or diabetes, I do have a family full of diabetics and people on medication for high blood pressure or high cholesterol. My own blood sugar, LDL and HDL have been of concern for 10 years or so. BP was of concern for about 18 months due to stress, but is now good. Second, even the people who say they "want you to make better food choices so you can be thin and healthy" can't be trusted. (Set aside for a moment that thin does not necessarily equal healthy.) My boyfriend has 30+ years in the hospitality industry, with job titles which ranged from everything to "short order cook" and "sandwich maker" to "executive chef" (he is not classically trained). The kitchen is his comfort zone, and despite the fact that he moved into my place when we combined households nearly 3 years ago, it is very much *his* kitchen. He cooks, he cleans, he food shops, he dictates the reign of chaos which prevails in the room of the house where food storage, preparation and consumption are to occur. If I shop, the groceries I buy go to waste because he still shops and won't use the food I bought. Even though I was 40 when we met, had lost nearly 100 lbs after 2-3 years of paying attn to my glycemic load in particular and food choices in general (and was within 30 lbs of my goal weight), and had raised two healthy sons (ages 18 and 20 at the time), he's convinced I can't cook. In addition to all his perception of self, relationship caretaker/provider and "love language" stuff that ties to the kitchen and food, he also has Stage IV metastatic colo-rectal cancer. When his recurrence was diagnosed 17 months ago, he was given 6 months if he didn't tolerate chemo and/or they couldn't find one that worked for him. The kitchen makes him feel like he still has a contributing role in the relationship, and I'm having a tough time rocking that boat. Third, all the "rules" we have about food and what we should do with it... Be polite (read: don't ever turn down food/hospitality, don't send anything back, etc.). Eat everything you're served (i.e. all food options in the quantity that someone else has placed on your plate). Eat everything on your plate (i.e. consume the full quantity of food you put on your plate). Don't be a picky eater (don't turn down food, even if it'd be more aptly referred to as an unhealthy concoction of chemically-laden crap instead of "food"). My revelations: Boredom eating. Not necessarily in terms of quantity, but definitely in terms of frequency. A couple of hours after dinner, I'd look for something to munch...not because I was hungry, but because I was looking for something to do. How much difference there was in my body, in so short a time. Seasonal allergies and asthma (both mild to moderate), much improved. Hot flashes/night sweats, much improved. Eyes far less puffy, with no more baggy eyes or dark under-eye circles. Waking up feeling clean, refreshed and ready to face the day instead of fighting my way awake and still being tired. I'm 46, and haven't had mornings like that since I was 7 or 8 years old. Pooping every day, at approximately the same time. The "frozen shoulder" (the result of a work-related injury) which has been bothering me for coming up on two years, more comfortable now than it was when Worker's Comp cut me off of PT a year ago. How much that "that little bit of soy isn't going to hurt you" comment pissed me off. I think soy is one of the things I'm sensitive to, and if I'm trying to figure that out, it should be respected rather than undermined. Nobody in his or her right mind would tell someone with a seafood or peanut allergy "that little bit of shrimp" or "that one little peanut isn't going to hurt you." Even tho' it's not an allergy per se, if the person who said that to me had ever had to deal with the hormonal mess I suspect soy causes me, he'd think otherwise. Planning. Planning, planning, planning. I'm an organized, scheduling, planning-aheading fool, and my color-coding, rule following self was still not prepared for my W30. How easy it was to stick to, and how easy it was to get sucked off track. I don't need to buy a yard-long list of special-order foods or hire a personal chef to start a W30. I do need to clean (purge) the kitchen and hide the non-compliant ingredients from my boyfriend. I did need to track down some recipes for W30 compliant mayo, dressing and marinades. I do need to buy fresh, whole foods (preferably locally grown, sustainably produced foods which are in season or were home preserved in season). I do need to surround myself with W30 affirmations and support. How fast my tastebuds realigned to taste "sweet". I shopped without my reading glasses while hungry, and bought what I thought was oven roasted whole turkey breast from a line with no added sugar or MSG. I was wrong. I bought honey roasted, and it was sweet like candy. Yuck. Who stepped up to support me on my W30. A couple of coworkers were invested in being there for me on my W30, for the right reasons. And it was cool. I am restarting my W30 tomorrow, Oct. 15. This time, part of my W30 will be that *I* will cook and shop for 30 days. Today, I rested--while taking pictures during a weekend camping trip, I landed hard on my backside and gave myself lateral epicondylitis in the process. (I don't know if it's a tear or just a strain in the tendon, which are possibilities as it was the result of an abrupt, forceful movement. I do know it is not inflammation from repetitive use.) We were in a remote area and I didn't realize the extent of the injury until several hours later, after I'd stopped using the arm. We couldn't start the whole pack up, break camp and get to the ER process until the next morning, and getting out took the better part of the day. By the time I got out of the ER, filled my prescriptions, got home & unpacked my dirty clothes, I was exhausted. I didn't plan to be wiped out today, but I was. I figure it was better to listen to my body's need to rest than to restart my W30 today. ~Maria Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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