Whole 30...Day 16

I have successfully made it past the halfway point. Me! The quitter!! The excuse-maker!! The never-follows-thru-girl!!! And I've started PiYo. (Pilate's and Yoga hybrid) Yesterday was my first day. It was all instructional on how to properly do the moves correctly. And it kicked my ass. I am feeling muscle burns today like I haven't in a very long time. But today is leg day and I am ready to get home, play with my boys, make a Whole 30 dinner, and workout. I actually like the way the hurt feels. For those of you who know me you are probably thinking, "Whaaaa??? Who is this girl who has taken over Rach?? She likes to eat cupcakes and binge watch cooking shows on netflix." This picture kinda describes how I'm feeling:

God, I love me some Tyra.

How I'm feeling besides being a fierce, smizing, bitch like Tyra: I actually have way more energy. It's great because Scot is teething right now and I am getting a lot less sleep. My anxiety has lessened greatly and if it keeps up maybe I can go off my meds. (Please, please, please!!) I'm also not as hungry in between meals. (LOVE!) I feel positive about this experience and everything that I'm learning about food and my body's reaction to food.

So, that's me on Day 16. I've got a few things I'm working on for the next few blogs. If you have any questions about my Whole 30 experience I'd love to hear them.

Whole 30...Day 13

Who has 2 thumbs and is almost halfway thru their Whole 30? 

Have I wanted to cheat and eat one of those giant pieces of Ukrops cake that they sell by the Grill checkout at Martin's? Oh. Hell. Yeah. But I haven't! I found this awesome little thing that I used to know very little about. Willpower. I found out that this bitch can make shit happen. (Thanks Tina Fey) I am currently wearing a pair of jeans (with no, I repeat NO muffin top) that I haven't been able to comfortably wear in over 2 years. The non-scale victories are pretty awesome. But what is also pretty awesome is that I'm actually enjoying this. Not every second but more often then not. I feel less anxiety, I feel more energy, I look forward to eating real food, and I have zero cravings for fast food. This shit is CRAY!!

I'm starting to plan life after my 30 days are up. Do I want to keep a paleo diet? Do I want to do an 80/20 type thing? I know that I won't say goodbye to treats forever but I do know that I want them to be just that, treats. Not snacks, or lunch. So I'm still doing this. And I love it. 

Whole 30...Day 5

Well, today was hard. I had the day off from work and it felt like bad food choices were flaunting themselves to me all day. I said no to them each time they reared their ugly heads. (I'm pretty sure that food is alive to me right now) I may have even told the pop tarts to go eff themselves when I hurried past that aisle at the grocery store. 

I made it to dinner. Delicious, delicious dinner. Dinner made saying no to those bitch pop tarts so worth it. Dinner tasted so much better then that processed crap I craving all day. This was dinner:

Pork loin that slowly cooked all day in the crockpot seasoned with tomato sauce, cumin, cayenne, oregano, sea salt, cracked black pepper, and just a dash of cinnamon. I topped it with homemade guacamole and pico. Oh my. It was heaven in my mouth. 

I'm feeling pretty ok. Is that a real thing? I still miss coffee creamer. I still have cravings. But it's day 5 and I still don't want to cheat. If I did, I would have. I also had my first non-scale victory yesterday. It's almost embarrassing to share but IDGAF. My husband asked me if I was wearing one of my girdles. I wasn't. Mama was feeling herself after that. Another plus is that I've noticed a slight increase in my milk production when I pump at work (YAY FOR MAMA'S MILK) So cravings suck but the positives are outweighing the negatives. 5 days in, I've still got this.  

Whole 30...Day 1

I really think that I am a fit girl trapped in a fat girls body. And I'm done with that. I'm tired of feeling uncomfortable doing simple tasks like carrying the car seat outside. I'm tired of having 30 different sweaters so I never have to show my arms and can cover my stomach. I'm tired of hearing, "but you have such a pretty face." I'm tired of the swollen ankles, the sore back, the weak core. I'm angry that I get so freaking tired having a dance-off with Briton.

That's the one that did it. The anger. The anger sparked something in me. I am a strong fucking woman. I've had two vaginal births for goodness sake, I can make the change. So this is day 1. And I'm rocking it. I'm ready to drop some pounds and get in shape. I'm ready to do a mud run with my girlfriends because are some fierce-ass bitches. I'm ready to fuel my body instead of feed my feelings. I'm ready to have a dance off with Briton and dance until he drops.

I'm going to try to use this blog almost like a diary, an outlet for my sugar withdraw symptoms and caffeine headache bitch fests. And a way to make myself accountable. I'm ready to change my relationship with food and I am ready to make a change within myself and really make my health and wellness a top priority. I want to be that example for my boys.

How I'm feeling:
Pretty good....a little hungry but I will get used to not overeating. My head is killing me because my usual 3 huge cups of coffee filled with delicious creamer has been 1 cup of black tea and one small cup of black coffee. (YUCK) My morning pump looked good, I got 10 ounces of breast milk which is what I aim for everyday so I'm happy with that. I made a motivation board and that actually does help. I'm feeling ready for this change.

If you are confused as to what the hell this whole 30 program that I'm talking about is, please take a look at http://whole30.com/whole30-program-rules/.

PS-there will be before and after pictures.