January 1st, 2019, the day I changed my diet. Check that, the day I threw out the playbook, started from scratch and completely revamped any and everything I had previously put through my digestive system.
Let me drop some stats:
It's been 448 days (but who's counting?!?!)
I've lost 23 pounds
I've had 0 Beers
I've had 2 slices of Pizza (and paid mightily for it)
Food Challenges:
Here's something you cannot quantify: you can't put in a stat sheet the countless times I cried because I read a label and discovered, nope I cannot eat that, it has gluten. Then the times I wanted to throw a temper tantrum because I found the most amazing cookie but oh wait...it's gluten free, dairy free, but "may contain tree nuts".
And then those times where it's nut free, gluten free, I'm almost home free but there's that dreaded "milk" ingredient.
I have the trifecta of food allergies: no nuts, no dairy, no gluten - no problem, ummm tell that to my sweet tooth!
Life Challenges:
It's been a challenge. It's been a struggle. It's been frustrating. It's been eye-opening, but most importantly it's been life changing... for the better. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
The dropped lb's has been sweet, but fitting into those jeans or shorts that I haven't worn in years is even sweeter. I hate stepping on the scale, for me it's about how I feel mentally. And mentally, I'm a new person. Prior to this change, my safe place was no longer safe. My safe place being the gym. It became a chore because I was working out like a beast but did not relish in any results. In fact, I felt like I was getting fluffier with each squat, row, or deadlift. "it's just muscle" is what I kept hearing or "well, you are 40 something, it is what it is; hormones, pre-menopause, it's life." Or here's my favorite, "you are fine, you look great." If you could see me now, I'm rolling my eyes and doing an inappropriate gesture. I REFUSED TO ACCEPT IT. And I didn't.
Fast forward to today and I've truly only just begun on this journey. I'm proud of how far I've come, but, despite, indulging in a few sweet treats, I'm far from done.
I truly believe, however, this cannot be done alone. I'm so thankful for a Crossfit community who supports it's members of all shapes and sizes, ages and genders, RX level or scaled. And for my dear friend Eat Thrive Move - Dawn Cameron, who provides AMAZING meals customized for my special diet. I'm thankful for my spin community and for those who loaned me cookbooks and provided guidance as to what I can eat beyond trees and branches.
I'm thankful for 45 days of Whole30.
And of course, my biggest fan, my biggest supporter, my #rideordie who stands by my side through pizza cravings, cooking disasters, and grocery store tears, Markell Blount. I feel blessed to have such an amazing partner to be with me through the up's and down's of this journey.
Let me drop some stats:
It's been 448 days (but who's counting?!?!)
I've lost 23 pounds
I've had 0 Beers
I've had 2 slices of Pizza (and paid mightily for it)
Food Challenges:
Here's something you cannot quantify: you can't put in a stat sheet the countless times I cried because I read a label and discovered, nope I cannot eat that, it has gluten. Then the times I wanted to throw a temper tantrum because I found the most amazing cookie but oh wait...it's gluten free, dairy free, but "may contain tree nuts".
And then those times where it's nut free, gluten free, I'm almost home free but there's that dreaded "milk" ingredient.
I have the trifecta of food allergies: no nuts, no dairy, no gluten - no problem, ummm tell that to my sweet tooth!
Life Challenges:
It's been a challenge. It's been a struggle. It's been frustrating. It's been eye-opening, but most importantly it's been life changing... for the better. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
The dropped lb's has been sweet, but fitting into those jeans or shorts that I haven't worn in years is even sweeter. I hate stepping on the scale, for me it's about how I feel mentally. And mentally, I'm a new person. Prior to this change, my safe place was no longer safe. My safe place being the gym. It became a chore because I was working out like a beast but did not relish in any results. In fact, I felt like I was getting fluffier with each squat, row, or deadlift. "it's just muscle" is what I kept hearing or "well, you are 40 something, it is what it is; hormones, pre-menopause, it's life." Or here's my favorite, "you are fine, you look great." If you could see me now, I'm rolling my eyes and doing an inappropriate gesture. I REFUSED TO ACCEPT IT. And I didn't.
Fast forward to today and I've truly only just begun on this journey. I'm proud of how far I've come, but, despite, indulging in a few sweet treats, I'm far from done.
I truly believe, however, this cannot be done alone. I'm so thankful for a Crossfit community who supports it's members of all shapes and sizes, ages and genders, RX level or scaled. And for my dear friend Eat Thrive Move - Dawn Cameron, who provides AMAZING meals customized for my special diet. I'm thankful for my spin community and for those who loaned me cookbooks and provided guidance as to what I can eat beyond trees and branches.
I'm thankful for 45 days of Whole30.
And of course, my biggest fan, my biggest supporter, my #rideordie who stands by my side through pizza cravings, cooking disasters, and grocery store tears, Markell Blount. I feel blessed to have such an amazing partner to be with me through the up's and down's of this journey.
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