It’s Day 17 of my Whole30 experience and I awake thinking about a few Non-Scale Victories from yesterday.
I was quickly getting ready to run to the grocery store during a break in the storm and grabbed a tight fitting shirt I haven’t worn in eons. I thought it fitting was an accomplishment, but when Taylor, my cynical teenager, told me it looked really cute on me, I knew I could record an NSV!
My kids are eating healthier. Andrew is now eating chicken dipped in crushed cashews instead of store bought gluten free chicken nuggets and is eating more veggies than he ever has. To the best of my knowledge, Taylor is on her 17th day of Whole30 compliance and even taking part in preparing healthy food!
And, I think I’m starting to feel a little bit of Tiger’s Blood! I was at the grocery store yesterday and there was some really fun music playing and I caught myself dancing somewhere between the cucumbers and green peppers. Wow! It feels great to feel good and I can’t help but think of James Brown. I hope you know what I’m talking about!
This morning when I caught myself in a negative moment, I was telling my Husband that I was sure I hadn’t lost as much weight as him or Taylor. Tony looked at me in his very analytical way, and said, “You can’t say that. Your entire body composition is changing.” Wow! this is another one for my NSV journal in The Whole30 Day By Day.
I identified a problem. I’ve been enjoying the Whole30 compliant flavored waters a little too much. Funny thing is I didn’t even realize it until I took out the recyclables! I’ve decided to stop drinking them for at least a day or two and see what happens.
I recently read on a message board that a Whole30er felt she was eating too much nut butter and had to stop. I’m wondering if I’m eating too much because I really love it. I am going to try to be mindful of my nut butter consumption today. As you know, this mindful eating stuff doesn’t come easily to me, but I’m trying.
I tried a class at Barre 3 today! As soon as I walked in, I knew I was in over my head. The entire class except me and one other woman was very fit and had incredible, svelt, chiseled arms. I quickly decided I would daydream my way through the class. You already know I’m a type A Superfreak but you may not know I’m an incredible daydreamer. In fact, I kind of live in my daydreams and I believe it’s why I’m so happy.
By the middle of the first song and the second set of bar moves, I was deep in a daydream from my childhood. I was diagnosed with scoliosis. Can you imagine your child being diagnosed with scoliosis before Dr. Google was available for questions? My Mom knew someone from high school who had to wear a brace and all the kids bullied and picked on the little girl. There was no way my Mom was going to let that happen to me, so she enrolled me in ballet multiple times a week and physical therapy the remainder of days a week. I was the least coordinated kid in the class and always the chubbiest. Funny, how some things haven’t changed…..
A few songs later, my mind shifted to being dropped off at tennis practice. My Dad or My Step-Father, Frank, dropped me off most of the time. It’s kind of funny because they were both amazing men, great role models, and exceptional father figures but they had absolutely nothing in common. They had extremely different personalities, interests, pass times, politics, religious beliefs – you name it. Having said that, they both gave almost identical pep talks in the tennis court parking lot.
My Dad or Frank would pull into the parking lot and evaluate every player and my potential competition. They would then decide who they thought the top players were and insist I make friends with them because of course, they wanted me to hang with the winners. As I came back to reality, I looked around the room. I could all but here my Dad and my Frank say, you need to stick with these women and this class. If you want their arms, you have to do what they do.
Well, My Dad and Frank are probably high fiving in Heaven today because I signed up for more classes and even exchanged digits with one of the fit girls. I think she wants to hang out with me. She probably wants to know where I got my Tigers Blood from :).
You may have noticed, I didn’t post pictures of the food I ate today. While it just happened that way, I believe there is significance to it. As time goes on and you check days off your Whole30 calendar and you lose your food cravings and hunger pangs, I believe the Whole30 is less about each individual thing you eat and more about your relationship with food and the new habits you form.
I hope you find yourself dancing today!