Ok, the title is a bit misleading. I WANTED a doughnut this morning. Instead I schlepped my 7 month old and my 5 year old into Sprouts for the second morning in a row to get some dehydrated apples and some veggie chips. And more fruit. I have to admit that the craving was a strong one, but I am proud for maintaining my resolve. I didn't blog Tuesday because I became pretty ill from what was hopefully the effects of the Diflucan killing off all the yeast causing my raging thrush infection. Sounds fun, no? Needless to say, Richard Simmons and I did not hook up on Tuesday. On Wednesday I did a ton of walking and was pretty worn out so I passed out in my clothes, contacts, and hair clips while putting Lillie to bed. So no blogging whilst in sleepy land. BUT, I can proudly say that I have not cheated, not once.
Ok, ok. I am allowing 2 packets of Splenda with my morning coffee but since I switched from vanilla flavored creamer to half and half with vanilla extract I think I still deserve a medal. Oh and I have 1 diet coke a day. I hope to nix this little indulgence soon, but do I need to remind anyone of how much sleep a mother of an infant gets? Don't try to get between me and my caffeine, people! Other than those two little cheats, I have not cheated.
I know some of it is mind over matter, but I can honestly say that my knees are about 50% less sore than they were last weekend. Lee says its because grain acts as an inflammatory and cutting it out can immediately help joint pain. Whatever the reason I will take improvements any way I can get them. I suspect my hips will continue to ache profusely until I drop at least 50 lbs. My energy levels seem to be improving as well. Perhaps that is due to the motivation to get my shit together in all aspects of life, but again, I'll take it!
On another note, this is an EXPENSIVE lifestyle change. I knew that going into it, but it still hurts a little to spend so much on fruit and other healthy snacks. We are also having trouble adjusting to the volume of prep and cooking we need to do. Tonight we hit a little bump in the road and almost ate out because we had an appointment at 7 pm, were both rung out from our days, and didn't have a crockpot meal planned for tonight. We opted for heavy snacking (mmmm gluten free sausage and cheese balls) and then came home and scrounged together some leftovers. I remain optimistic that we will be more successful when we have our full Sunday to prep and bake and dehydrate. We didn't get that this week so we are having to make do. I suspect tomorrow will be another rough day as we have run out of bacon for breakfast and I do not have a firm plan for lunch. We will plan our menu tomorrow afternoon when Lee gets home so we don't go into the weekend completely screwed.
I am finding the exercise to be the hardest ball to juggle. I am usually pretty beat by the time Lee gets home from work and it is really hard to muster up the wherewithal to trade in my couch time for Sweatin' to the Oldies. I will keep plugging away because I know it is a crucial habit to form, but I am cutting myself a teensy bit of slack on the work-out front for this week only. I am still so sore and tired from the thrush infection that I think even the toughest PE coach would give me a free pass due to my lady issues.
I have been waffling on whether or not I should share my starting weight. Its quite humiliating to put that number out there, and I cringe even thinking of it in my head. We decided not to obsess over the scale with a weekly weigh-in as we have done with weight watchers and other diets in the past. We settled on taking measurements and a monthly weight check at the Y. I think this was a genius move, because it seems to be motivating me to go longer and further than that weekly weigh-in did. We might need to reassess this later if the enthusiasm wanes, but for now its doing the trick. So I keep thinking of how Rome wasn't built in a day, and I continue to repeat this in my head: refined sugar is poison and grains hurt me. I don't want it, I don't need it, and I feel better without it. And 320. Over and over and over. 320. eek. Never, ever again.
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