January 20, 2013 by Darlene McC
Without a doubt, the second time doing Whole30 is night-and-day easier. My body was much better equipped to make the transition this time, my dreams have been less ridiculous, and I didn’t spend 10 days in ketosis wondering if my breath was going to scare my clients.
I welcomed week 3 with open arms. The serious boost in energy, the diminished cravings, the improved ‘tudes of my clients who are doing it with me – but wait. It’s not all roses and bath salts. The dark side of week 3 started to snark at my heels by Thursday. In my complacency I didn’t plan as well as I should have. I didn’t have the veggies in the house that proper planning would have provided me and had to break the formula. I didn’t eat enough fats on Saturday and ended up snacking after dinner on cups and cups of pecans. And twice I was tempted to break early. After all, I know already that I can do 30 days of this; what’s one little bite of pizza or a corn chip really going to do? Right?
Fortunately, I have a snarkily-wonderful husband who threatened to take my picture and post it to UA if I broke. How’s that for the good side of peer pressure for you?
All and all week 4 has turned me into the Energizer bunny. I lifted heavy on Wednesday and set a new deadlifting personal record, ran twice, and did a killer boot camp on Friday; and I could’ve kept going at any of these things. At no point did I feel like I was dying for lack of gas.
My biggest demon right now is boredom. I’m falling into the Day 20 Rut where I’ve been making too much of the same thing and brussel spouts are starting to lose their luster. Fortunately I’ve got EATS to refer to, but Ann can only write so many posts a week!
Pants are fitting better, joint pain is marginally improved, and I’m seeing patterns I didn’t notice last time around. The experiment continues to be a success (even for all the temptation of cheese and pepperoni).