Eat crap, feel like crap…and vice versa

I’ve been back on the paleo train for 4 days and already feel better. For me, there’s always 4 days of cravings and general grouchiness whenever I cut the junk. I think 4 days is my official detox period. Then the magic happens…fewer (if any) cravings, less hungry, steady energy…that sort of thing.
We were trying to use up our freezer stash of meats and what we hand on hand veggie-wise. This week we enjoyed steaks with asparagus. Aside from my favorite pad thai, I also made an old standby, paleo meatloaf, based on this recipe from PaleoOMG. I used matchstick carrots and sundried tomatoes instead of roasted reds, and topped the whole thing with bacon before baking. Yum.
Lastly I threw a frozen turkey breast in the crockpot on low with some sliced onions, cumin, chili powder, and salsa. Fajita turkey.
I’ll be honest though, I did use ketchup on my meatloaf. And no, I didn’t make it from scratch. (Is that the Paleo police i hear?) I picked one without HFCS, and feel like its a good compromise for everyday living. And sometimes you just want ketchup.
And then it was Friday night….and a drive-in with friends, one beer, and popcorn with butter. On one hand I feel guilty that I threw my whole healthy week away. On the other hand, “live a little” comes to mind. Just call me “weekday paleo”.

Birthday weekend/July 4th Aftermath

Man oh man was it easy to step right back into old (bad) habits. Last weekend was full of indulgences, celebrations, libations, and treats, and I definitely noticed.
Remember at the end of my Whole30, when I was wondering where my Tiger Blood was? And claiming I didn’t feel that much different? Well, I was wrong. 4 days of booze and sugar and carb-y intake left me feeling gross. Like a lazy slug. Like I could nap all day. Like I didn’t want to do a thing. And I didn’t like it.
My first thought was “I’ll do ANOTHER Whole30!” But realistically I wouldn’t be as stringent, especially now knowing I can indeed tolerate dairy and legumes (at least in moderation). So…where to go from here.
I came across an article on Robb Wolf’s site that reminded me it isn’t an all-or-nothing choice, really. For now, I think I’ll strive for the 80/20 paleo.
This week, however, has been about detox. I think I’ll try for a Whole7, or maybe a Whole9, instead of 30. We’ll see. In any case, it feels good to be back on the wagon. And paleo pad thai is still really effing delicious.

The day after that…

This morning I faced the scale. Over the course of these Whole30 days, I lost a grand total of 15.8 lbs. In ONE month. Pretty damn good, if I do say so myself, and even a bit more than I had hoped. How often does THAT happen when you step on the scale?
I’ll admit I am/was a bit of a scale addict. As in, it was the first thing I did each morning, and it set the tone for my day. NOT being “allowed” to weigh in each morning has been rather freeing. Going forward, I think we will keep the scale out of the bathroom, check it only weekly or so, and certainly not let it set the tone for my day.
I’m still considering how and where I’ll go next. However, this is a holiday weekend; July 4th. It’s ALSO my birthday weekend. And I’ve been celebrating. Today (Independence Day) included family and friends and gluten-free pizza, Mike’s Hard Lemonade (x3), potato chips, and a little ice cream. Tomorrow (my birthday) will include fajitas and margaritas and frozen custard (hello Abbott’s). This weekend I plan to see how certain foods make me feel and decide if and/or how they’ll be added back. But after that, I think I’ll return to the paleo diet. Perhaps not quite as strictly as I did during my Whole30, but close.

Happy July 4th! πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ

The day after

Nothing really to report yet. A surprise house guest, Toddlerbaby with a bad cold, and me with my sick/allergy/cold/sinus whatever meant a regular day, no chance to dig out the scale, no chance to leave the house for post-Whole30-celebrations. I did, however, enjoy a gluten-free beer. And it was wonderful. 🍻

Day 30

Day 30 is D-O-N-E! And with that, my Whole 30 is complete. I’m proud of us. Not a single screw up along the way, lots of delicious and healthy meal memories, and a few new cooking techniques added to my repertoire. I’m still under the weather, which is not how I envisioned my final days. But I stuck with it regardless. Woot.

Here was today:

Meal 1: Toddlerbaby and I split a banana. I also had coffee with almond milk
Meal 2: bacon and scrambled eggs
Meal 3: pesto shrimp & squash fettuccine20130702-184007.jpg
Tomorrow we’ll pull out the scale again, take some “after” pics, and see where we go from here. 🏁

Day 29

Jipped! That’s how I feel. Totally cheated. Day 28, I’m supposed to be feeling fan-freaking-tastic, flying high on Tiger Blood. Instead I’m a croaky, sniffly, sore throated cough machine with awful sinus pain. BOO.
I wonder if it could be an egg allergy, since everything else was eliminated? Or just the luck of seasonal allergies. Anyway….I wasn’t feeling much like eating, but here was today:

Meal 1: coffee with almond milk. Hot water with lemon. Repeat x 5.

Meal 2: leftover Thai beef stew over cauliflower rice.

Meal 3: Hubs made a juicy, tender rib eye steak topped with grilled onions, mushrooms, and chorizo. I wish I could have tasted it…


Day 28: addendum

I mentioned earlier that allergies still managed to penetrate my Tiger Blood. Well, my scratchy, itchy throat has now led to complete and total voice loss. Oh no!
But wait….it gets worse. All of the cough drop varieties in the house contain SUGAR. Many, many variations of sugar! Seriously, little difference between a piece of candy and a cough drop. Eye. Opening. I obviously am not going to blow my whole 30 on a stupid cough drop, so let’s if hot water with lemon juice does the trick.