January 13, 2013 by Darlene McC
Way back in October I (Darlene) happened to pick up a copy of the book It Starts With Food, which advocates a restrictive Paleo diet. 30 days of clean eating following strict dietary rules that, D&M promised, would literally change my life. I documented them all in a series of posts that sparked a lot of good conversation, some serious reflection about what I was up to, and resulted in many of our readers, friends, families, clients, etc embarking on their own Whole30 for January 2013.
Week 2 has been a mixed bag. Last time around there was a significant psychological component to week 2, and we appear to be on repeat. On Monday I twisted my knee and couldn’t cook; I was really worried that the injury was serious and in my frustration and fear W30 seemed significantly less important. Fortunately, the hubster wasn’t going to let me off so easily and he stepped up for dinner.
In hind-sight, keeping to W30 was probably the best thing I could have done. By eating well I kept the inflammation down and bounced back! I am not an injury “bounce back” person. Things always take longer to heal then they should; but by Wednesday there was nothing more than a little light bruising. For a few days things were easy to the point that I almost forgot I was doing a Whole30. Eating this way has become enough of a routine the second time around that I didn’t even think about it for a few days. What a relief!
Then Friday came around. I lifted really heavy in preparation for a competition at the gym. Even set a personal record and was really proud of myself. But then I wanted to eat everything in sight! But I didn’t… which is good… until what my friend Nikky calls “the brain weasels” started. You know the weasels. I’m sure you’ve have them. They run around in your head fighting over what little scrap of self control you have left. Gnashing and scrapping and fighting. Sometimes it’s about a guy/girl/person… sometimes it’s about your family… sometimes it’s your body… but they make you nuts and often cause a significant amount of self doubt. Fortunately I was able to choke them with pork chops and vegetables.
By Saturday morning I was recovered from the weasel fight and, looking back at the week, am proud of myself for not going off the wagon. I was significantly tempted going to the movies last night. Popcorn is my kryptonite. Looking around myself at the people shoving feux-foods down their mouth holes I fingered my self discipline bracelet and appreciated how far I’ve come.
Bring it on, week 3.