Twenty-nine to go.
Good news: I survived day 1 of Whole30! My only unpleasant feeling was a slight headache in late afternoon, which I suspected was from having zero caffeine in over 24 hours. Within 5 minutes of popping some Excedrin, the headache was gone. (This confirmed my hunch; Excedrin is 50% caffeine.) I’m actually feeling a tinge of a headache now, but I’m gonna try to avoid medicine to see if it will go away naturally. If not, maybe I’ll take just a half dosage of Excedrin a little later. I guess my body does have some amount of dependency, even if I haven’t been consciously jonesing for coffee (yet).
What I did just get a sudden craving for, through the power of suggestion of scent as I passed by the office of one of my grazing co-workers, is peanut butter. Oh, peanut butter, how delicious you would be on a bagel right now! Or an apple. Or a spoon. Or just, like, ya know… my fingers. I miss you, peanut butter.
I didn’t sleep spectacularly well last night, but I didn’t expect to after only one day. I’m realistically hoping to report sound sleep within a week or so. I did have some bizarre dreams, but that’s probably unrelated (?).
Anyway, between the delicious aromas of others’ non-Whole30-compliant food and my desperately itching for a little extra sleep in the morning, I’m feeling pretty TGIF. I am nervous about the full day out of the house I have planned for tomorrow, and I have to mentally (and geographically!) map out where I can safely go for sustenance. Of course, I’ll arm myself with snacks, as usual, but I’ll need proper meals at some point. To be clear, what I’m nervous about isn’t slipping up on day 3; what I’m nervous about is not having any options and consequently not eating at all. THAT will give me the mother of all headaches. So, research, research, research!
Otherwise, today has been pretty uneventful so far. I’m supposed to be experiencing The Hangover phase of the Whole30 timeline, but I’m hoping that since I was generally eating clean prior to this (just not Whole30-clean), I can skip or at least go through a lesser version of that phase. I’m not feeling tempted by anything except that I have already had to check myself on the compulsion to get on the scale! Last night, I almost wandered absentmindedly to check my weight, but I remembered not to just in time. So silly some of the things that are almost automatic. I weighed myself the night before last so that I can have an accurate measurement of any changes in my weight after I finish Whole30, but I’ll have to keep away from weighing in again until mid-month for my Transformer round weigh-in.
Eating so far has been on point, but I haven’t hit the gym in a few days and won’t be able to again until Sunday, unless I happen to naturally wake up early enough to go tomorrow before my long day of plans. The skimpy work-out time is OK right now, but I’m not letting myself get away with it past Sunday. Hating my gym is a valid feeling, but not a valid excuse to lose needed exercise.
Things are still smooth 36 hours in! Ohhhhh, so many hours left to go, though. Hi-ya! (That’s what a Whole30 ninja says. I checked.)