Cookie--Wait, Cake Monster
Today was interesting. I had the same breakfast as yesterday: a cup of plain yogurt, a little agave, strawberries, and nuts. It did a fine job of getting me through barn chores. I came hope mid-morning, had an apple with peanut butter and a couple of slices of cheese. Then I slept. A lot. (Don't judge.)
This evening, it was my mom's birthday party. So I went to their house and was greeted by my aunt and uncle, grandma, and parents. We talked about life for a little while, the reasonings behind why I decided to go low-carb/high fat, and school. My mom and I had a good talk in the car on the way to get the food from this barbecue place in town. It was nice to talk to someone who knows the struggles of having to say no to foods you really want. She has been recently successful in losing weight and being healthier, so hearing that she agrees with what I am doing felt good. She also helped me feel a little better about an incident involving someone trying to talk me into a different lifestyle that just wasn't for me. It was interesting also talking to my aunt and uncle, who have been gluten-free for quite some time. Although it's a little different, I am hoping to learn some recipes and overall 'survival' tips from them.
Dinner went fine. I had a heaping plateful of 4 cheese mac and cheese that my mom so graciously made with the pasta I can have. It's made of chickpeas but tastes like the real stuff. I had brisket and veggies, etc. My struggle came with dessert. My mom and I decided beforehand that since she probably wouldn't eat her own cake anyway and I was still coming off of refined sugar and carbs, AND cake is one of my favorite foods, we would have fruit with homemade whipped cream sweetened with vanilla. That plan went swimmingly, until my dad brought out a huge pint of Haagen Dazs vanilla ice cream and asked if anyone wanted any. One-week-ago me would have had a HUGE scoop (maybe 2) but I couldn't have any and it was tough. I love my dad. I know he didn't realize it was like taking candy from a baby or having a cigarette next to someone who smoked their last one 6 days ago. It still was hard. I have been lucky in terms of cravings. I haven't had any bad enough that I thought I would break, most likely because it wasn't literally being eaten right next to me. However, I got through it and didn't have any.
I might be eating too much sugar still, even with it being fruits. I know I shouldn't weigh myself, especially at all hours, but I haven't lost as much as I feel like cutting carbs and sugars out would. I am trying to find a healthy balance of following the plan and not feeling deprived. I have always been bad at tracking what I eat, especially when I need to keep track of the carbs and sugars. The biggest thing I need to do is find a dietician to help me figure out which foods to lean towards, and how to feasibly do this. The last thing I want to do is be consuming too much sugar and not know it.
My anxiety is definitely more active than normal. A friend told me that her depression got a lot worse during her Whole 30 days. It has something to do with less dopamine in the brain from the lack of carbs and sugars. I am hoping I can curb the anxiety and try to 'stay above the water'.
Tomorrow is another day. My feasible goal is to walk 30 minutes and be more mindful of hidden carbs/sugars.
This evening, it was my mom's birthday party. So I went to their house and was greeted by my aunt and uncle, grandma, and parents. We talked about life for a little while, the reasonings behind why I decided to go low-carb/high fat, and school. My mom and I had a good talk in the car on the way to get the food from this barbecue place in town. It was nice to talk to someone who knows the struggles of having to say no to foods you really want. She has been recently successful in losing weight and being healthier, so hearing that she agrees with what I am doing felt good. She also helped me feel a little better about an incident involving someone trying to talk me into a different lifestyle that just wasn't for me. It was interesting also talking to my aunt and uncle, who have been gluten-free for quite some time. Although it's a little different, I am hoping to learn some recipes and overall 'survival' tips from them.
Dinner went fine. I had a heaping plateful of 4 cheese mac and cheese that my mom so graciously made with the pasta I can have. It's made of chickpeas but tastes like the real stuff. I had brisket and veggies, etc. My struggle came with dessert. My mom and I decided beforehand that since she probably wouldn't eat her own cake anyway and I was still coming off of refined sugar and carbs, AND cake is one of my favorite foods, we would have fruit with homemade whipped cream sweetened with vanilla. That plan went swimmingly, until my dad brought out a huge pint of Haagen Dazs vanilla ice cream and asked if anyone wanted any. One-week-ago me would have had a HUGE scoop (maybe 2) but I couldn't have any and it was tough. I love my dad. I know he didn't realize it was like taking candy from a baby or having a cigarette next to someone who smoked their last one 6 days ago. It still was hard. I have been lucky in terms of cravings. I haven't had any bad enough that I thought I would break, most likely because it wasn't literally being eaten right next to me. However, I got through it and didn't have any.
I might be eating too much sugar still, even with it being fruits. I know I shouldn't weigh myself, especially at all hours, but I haven't lost as much as I feel like cutting carbs and sugars out would. I am trying to find a healthy balance of following the plan and not feeling deprived. I have always been bad at tracking what I eat, especially when I need to keep track of the carbs and sugars. The biggest thing I need to do is find a dietician to help me figure out which foods to lean towards, and how to feasibly do this. The last thing I want to do is be consuming too much sugar and not know it.
My anxiety is definitely more active than normal. A friend told me that her depression got a lot worse during her Whole 30 days. It has something to do with less dopamine in the brain from the lack of carbs and sugars. I am hoping I can curb the anxiety and try to 'stay above the water'.
Tomorrow is another day. My feasible goal is to walk 30 minutes and be more mindful of hidden carbs/sugars.
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