Marching In!

Almost 2 weeks since my last blog - life is so chaotic sometimes! My #whole30 journey while not a complete FAIL, definitely hit a few roadblocks. On the 11^th day I had a couple cocktails (Nicaraguan rum & coke zero) with a friend after the ball game got rained out. However the next day, which was a Sunday, rather than just chalk up a total failure, I just continued on and still treated it as Day 12. That is not what the program plan suggests, but seemed the best option for me. It seems to me that to just keep trekking on is better than nothing. By the 15^th day last week, I was really feeling pretty good, my clothes getting ridiculous baggy, so that was a good sign. However, with a rough week emotionally on the work and personal front, and crappy weather, by Saturday which was Day 18—I had only got in two decent workouts during the week and a lot of long hours with various projects, I was feeling depressed and cranky so I did do some pre-game tailgating Saturday---still far from getting drunk or anything, but 3 adult-drinks are definitely not on the program. Nor were the onion rings I had at dinner, but overall didn’t really experience any ill-effects from that. I also managed to say NO to birthday cake of a friend--fully aware was already having alcohol--and enjoying it! :-)

So here I am at Day 21*—still sleeping well, the heartburn and upset stomachs are virtually gone. With all the other life stressors, workouts been totally slacking though—fearful my 5K this weekend will not be much faster than the last one, but again, just getting it done is half the battle for me right now. Just keep truckin’ right?

The day21* equals: taken with a grain of salt since there was actual “cheating” but I still feel like moving forward better than going to square one since I am still feeling good effects. Some food choices I know am not likely to revisit in the future, but I can embrace others. I miss milk—it will make a re-appearance in my life.  I can live without most processed foods though with barely an afterthought. Three weeks has taught me that I can mostly control emotional eating, that I can feel the positive side effects of not having so much crap in my system, and that people will support me, no matter what!