The last few weeks have been brutal, mentally and physically.
I don’t want to say that I’ve had a backslide, but let’s call a spade a spade: I have. (Side note: Has this blog turned into me recounting and confessing all the things I do wrong?) I’ve been having a hard time tracking and staying on plan, and I think it’s going to get even more difficult as the holidays come closer, and I spend a full month in Portland with my friends and family.
Here’s how I’ve been feeling:
- Weak at the gym
- Bored with food and exercise
- Sore in my joints
- Difficulty sleeping
- Indigestion (dun-dun-dunnnnn)
And yeah, I could blame it on getting older. It WAS my birthday yesterday, and today I woke up actually looking like a bona fide 28-year-old. Yikes.
But here’s where I’ve been going wrong:
- I skipped a few WODs last week because I needed the sleep
- I’ve been eating cake like it’s my job (honesty is the best policy, right?)
- I haven’t been drinking enough water
- I’ve been overloaded with stress
So, a lot of this is a mental game. I know what I need to do, which is:
- Surround myself with people who make me happy
- Re-commit myself to exercising like my heart is in it
- Keep track of what I’m eating
That is the mental piece, which will translate to a physical piece. Truly.
The tangible piece at the moment, though, is to increase my water and clean up my diet. And it’s okay if that means that I can’t re-commit to carb cycling or strict Paleo. Boredom and excessive restriction isn’t good, and it leads to situations like the one I’m facing right now.
So I’m devising a plan, and I’m hoping this will be a successful one, so I’m writing it down here, and I’m hoping that YOU will help me stay accountable, and even join me on this one.
I already know that gluten is my enemy. I’ve reintroduced dairy into my diet, and I’ve come to terms with the fact that this was a good move for my body. Not only is it enjoyable for me, but I seem to actually need it. It does not make me sick, and it does not make me gain weight.
And this has become increasingly obvious each day I wake up with a gluten hangover, continue to eat it, and continue to feel like my insides are being ripped apart. Yup.
So, going into the holidays, and going home tomorrow, I’m committing to a full month without gluten.
What does that mean?
- No bread
- No pasta
- No Christmas ravioli (these are homemade, too)
- No Christmas cookies
- No more cake….
- No more feeling like ass
- Being more confident approaching January 12th (more on that later…!)
But do I really need any of these things?
Do YOU need any of these things?
The answer is probably no.
Will it be difficult to stick to? Probably, considering that so much of home food involves gluten. This will be more of a mental game than anything else. Re-learning to say NO. That’s the biggest challenge.
Re-learning to say NO.
I can do this.