I have a confession. More accurately, I made a confession in my last post, and now it’s time to do some ‘splaining.
As my initial two weeks of food logs might lead you to believe, I wasn’t super-strict about my eating from the get-go. I am actually fine with that, as I was able to hop right back in line without giving up completely or going on a multi-day bender of soda/cookies/pizzas/burritos…(seriously this list could go on and on, so let’s just say “etcetera”). This loose approach to this eating lifestyle was not at all useful in improving my symptoms in a timely manner.
Honestly, my very first experience eating like a caveman produced a drastic improvement in a matter of 5 days. My sinuses felt free and clear as they had never been before. I didn’t even realize I’d had sinus problems until those issues were gone. I’ve mentioned before all of the miraculous improvements in the painful skin rashes on my face (I know, awful!), sleep, mental clarity, digestion and more. Anyway, my point is that this time was clearly different. Nothing was so drastic as a smack upside the head like the first round. I kept waiting for an obvious sign of improvement, a threshold of success to be met for any of my symptoms. Nothing. It was sincerely disappointing.
Let me tell you, that is not very motivating.
I did persevere for about 4 weeks, though not in strict adherence. Then the wheels fell right off the bus. It was a conscious decision that toppled me and my dedication for over a week.
We took a trip to Austin, Texas for a Warrior Dash 5K race with JP’s family. I caved at the airport on the way out for a disgusting sandwich I couldn’t even take 3 bites from, a gigantic oatmeal raisin cookie, and a soda that was everything I’d hoped it would be and more.
It did not stop there. I took full advantage of the weekend trip to drink Shock Top beers at Warrior Dash, stuff my face with Texas barbecue and extra sauce, more soda, and JP’s niece and nephew’s birthday cake.
I’m not proud, but it didn’t stop there. We got home from Austin and went directly to a 30th birthday party at local restaurant. There were crab cakes, sliders, drinks, and an incredible plethora of mini-desserts that I piled proudly on to a plate and shoved into my pie hole. That week also include JP’s promotion dinner at a swanky Italian restaurant, a farewell happy hour and dinner for a coworker, and a 38th birthday party. I was powerless against the temptation that week and gave myself permission to go nuts. I should mention that we didn’t have any food at home since we hadn’t gone grocery shopping since the week before our trip to Austin. That was the real dagger, I think.
The interesting thing is that those symptoms that I had been to waiting for to disappear…came back! I had no idea that they had gone because it had occurred subtly over the course of 4 weeks instead of in a big-bang in the first week as I was expecting. Sure enough, I was feeling sinus pressure and my congestion returned; my digestion was off; a dry rash appeared on my face (hot!); and my sleep was restless, at best. That was it. That was the motivation that I needed. I wanted to take back control of my health.
I made a list, went grocery shopping, and have been back on the wagon and stronger than ever for just over a week and a half. I have not strayed, even once, from the plan. I won’t lie though, I was in a pissy mood for almost a full week when I got back on board and I almost threw my hands up in defeat after 6 days. I was emotional, and feeling unsupported and deprived- an unfortunate combination. I pushed through with JP’s support and some creative menu planning, and I’m feeling better that ever.
I’m not expecting miracles this time. I am, however, trying to listen to my body and appreciate the tiny steps toward wellness and real health. I feel fantastic. I’m happy to have my energy back and my brain working at full capacity again. I even managed to make it through a potluck celebration and a separate birthday celebration at work this week. I brought a fantastic homemade, Paleo pulled-pork to the potluck and an apple to the birthday cake-cutting. I rocked it!
I, one day, hope to be able to indulge a bit sporadically, but for now, I need to focus on my health, conquering my sugar and simple carbohydrate addictions, and figuring out how to make this a long-term lifestyle change.
Cheers to taking control of my own health!
Have you ever tried to do something, health-related or not, and fallen flat on your face?? Do you have any triumphs to share??