Whole30, how I loathe and love . . . actually just loathe thee

So when you’re not eating any of your favorite foods, the weeks actually go by much quicker than you’d expect but the days are sloooooooooow.  I am counting the hours to donuts in the morning and they are definitely not going fast enough.  I thought I’d write a about our whole30 experiences.  This post is kind of long, and probably only interesting to those considering doing whole30 themselves, so I’d suggest not wasting your time if it doesn’t interest you.  First of all, let me say that it’s not for everyone.  After this round, I’m feeling like maybe it’s not for me.  I think people should do whatever works for them and so I am in no way a cheerleader for whole30.  In fact D and I joke that we both love whole30 and it ruined our lives.  Let me preface by saying that prior to our first round in September 2014, I really had never made any attempts to change my diet in any way.   Actually I did try to cut down on sugar once and lasted two days before I couldn’t handle the nasty monster I became.  I did gluten free for a week and I had switched over to soymilk (just for drinking) because I was having major stomach issues.  Other than that,  I ate what I wanted when I wanted which meant a LOT of sugar and chocolate.  From the ages of 12-24 I pretty much ate pasta and parmesan cheese for dinner every night.  And I had dessert at least once, but mostly twice a day.  Anyway, D had mentioned whole30 a few times to me but I laughed it off.  When he made a serious suggestion that we try it together, I remember I was at work and I actually teared up at the thought of not eating those foods.  That was a wakeup call to me – I was actually crying over chocolate?  How ridiculous, right?  So after probably a month of debating it in my mind, I agreed.  I’ve now (well, in 6 hours) survived 3 rounds (thats 90 LONG days) of eating only meat, veggies, fruit and nuts.  Here’s what it was like for me.

Round 1 – We were super excited about the challenge this first round.  I removed every noncompliant food from the house so it wouldn’t tempt me.  It was tough figuring out how to eat, but exciting trying new foods and new recipes.  My taste buds started changing and everything was delicious.  It was day 2 that sugar withdrawal hit me bad.  I lay in bed in tears because my body aches were so bad and no painkiller or heat brought any relief because my body only wanted sugar.  I remember thinking, I never want food to have this much power over me.  It was a few days later that gum pain started and lasted on and off the whole time.  Try chewing meat and vegetables when your gums hurt.  Actually don’t do that – eat milkshakes and smoothies (two things not allowed on whole30).  I also had crazy hormonal symptoms that I’ll spare you the details (I think the gums were tied to this).  I was exhausted the whole time.  By the end I lost 12 pounds and I think it was mostly due to not wanting to eat because my mouth hurt.  While I didn’t feel great by the end of it, I did have clearer skin and my stomach was back to normal.  And I actually noticed when I started eating unhealthy foods again how terrible they made me feel.  Hence the “it ruined our lives.”  We could no longer live in ignorant bliss of how junky all that junk food really made us feel.

Round 2 – This round may have gone differently if we hadn’t found on day 2 that we had to move out of our house and find a new place to live.  We were waiting to hear if D got into the Navy and it was super stressful trying to figure out what to do and all I wanted the entire time was a cookie for comfort food.  And to order a pizza so I could pack my house instead of spending an hour cooking.  It was crazy.  Eating was a lot easier because I knew what to eat, but I was so bored of whole30 meals, there was little excitement it- was just an added stressor.  Still had major gum pain that lasted after we were done.  I remember being a super stickler about “the rules” the 2nd time because a few of my coworkers were doing whole30.  Except drinking some alcohol, eating a burger without the bun at a fast food restaurant, and other things that made me seethe.  For some reason I was really angry at them, I think because it’s so freaking hard to do whole30 correctly and I was really proud that I did it, so I was mad when they said they were doing it but cheating here and there.  Then D found out he got accepted as a pilot in the Navy, and we quit on day 30 to celebrate with some ice cream.  I got over thinking I was better than everyone else.

Round 3 – This time I didn’t go through withdrawal and have felt pretty normal even with the major food changes (we were eating pretty terrible before this round).  I have had some gum pain, but its only been a few days so bearable.  This time I’ve had a hard time not eating “fake” unhealthy foods.  IE – plantain tortillas (not allowed I realized) with fruit and cream.  Basically a crepe and deelicious.  I also made chips a few times with potatoes.  But I’m feeling kind of oppositional with the rules.  I think part of it is frustration that I haven’t felt the “tiger blood” energy they promise – I’ve never felt great while on whole30.  Although I do know that I still probably feel better than when eating junk.  I also think I just want to be in charge of what I eat and not follow someone else’s rules anymore.  It helped the first time because I had no rules myself, but I think now I’m wanting to be the one in charge.  Plus I found out that the creator of whole30 could care less about baking.  It’s really easy to tell the world not to bake for 30 days when you never bake anyway.  It sucks when baking is one of your favorite things to do.

I could go on and on about whole30 because it is actually pretty crazy and intense.  If you are considering it, just know that the things that they promise are not true for everyone.  D has felt more energy on whole30 and it’s improved his workouts and he doesn’t have any crazy major symptoms.  It’s kind of a shock to my system when I do it and I’m pretty irritable for most of the 30 days.  Whole30 claims to solve your emotional relationship with food, but I had never felt guilt in my life around eating until after our first round.  I’d never felt bad about eating something delicious and unhealthy until I did whole30, so in some senses it created a problem for me.  But I also eat fewer unhealthy foods, so it’s a toss-up.  Doing whole30 has really made me much more aware of what I eat and my food choices, which means we generally eat a lot healthier at home.  Even though I don’t know if I want to do another whole30 in the future, I am much more motivated to eat similarly on a regular basis.  Tomorrow morning will be paleo doughnuts instead of Krispy Kreme.  And whole30 requires creativity with cooking.  That’s something that I’ve been struggling with since we moved to Florida and so I’m really glad to have gotten a little bit of that back.  I’m finally looking forward to food again instead of just being bored with it.  And that’s a good thing.


Did you get the David Bowie reference? Sad news this week with his passing, he’s always been one of my favorites (I actually quoted him in my high school graduation speech!)

Well this week started with a big change for us, the boundaries for our church ward were changed, meaning we got ousted and have to attend a new ward in a different building.  It’s not too big of deal since we hadn’t really gotten quite settled in to our last one, but it kind of sucks having to start all over again right when we were getting to know people.  They had a little get together after church today to meet people, but we didn’t stay too long because the honeybuns and cinnamon rolls and pecan rolls were taunting me (only 15 days til a donut!) Hopefully we can meet some new people next week, although at first glance it seems like there’s not too many in our age group :/  We’ll see!

In more exciting changes, D has finally completed IFS (Introductory Flight Screening).  It’s supposed to be a six week intro to flying where they have three weeks of ground school and lots of tests followed by three weeks of flights in a small airplane.  Well D started at the end of October and now, nearly 3 months later finally had his solo flight this week.  They train at civilian flight schools and the flight instructors schedule when the students are going to fly and for some reason they took FOREVER to schedule all of D’s flights.  (Okay, yes there were holidays and lots of bad weather days, but this definitely could have happened faster).  D would have 2-3 flights one week, then nothing for three weeks.  Doesn’t make sense to me but I’m glad he’s done and can go back to  . . .  waiting again.  Now he’s back to A-Pool, basically waiting to start flight school with the Navy.  He has to muster (check-in to base) in the mornings, do PT sometimes and gets odd jobs every once in awhile.  Anyway it was really fun to be able to watch him solo in an airplane earlier this week.  I remember watching his first solo in a helicopter 4 and a half years ago – I was much more nervous, I kept asking his instructor “are you sure he really knows how to fly this thing?”  This time around, after lots of good words from his different instructors and having flown with him myself, there was no worry, only a lot of excitement for D.   He LOVES flying, and it really is such a joy to watch him doing what he loves.  He even got a “good job” from the tower, which his instructor said hasn’t happened before.  He’s awesome.IMG_2586IMG_2593.jpg

A new year of new adventures


It’s a new year, which means maybe more consistent blogging?  We’ll see about that.  I hope everyone reading this had a wonderful Christmas time with their loved ones.  This was our first year of Thanksgiving and Christmas without family, and we are so grateful for our Navy and church friends that we celebrated with.  Even though the holidays are my favorite time of year, I must say I’m kind of glad to have a month of a lot of nothing!  There are exciting things -my practice doubled this week, we’re making healthier choices, D’s flying again, and we’re getting a little more sunshine.  All have me in a bit better mood and excited for what 2016 holds in store for us.

So far this year the most exciting thing has been that we are doing our 3rd round of Whole30 this month.  If you haven’t heard of it, it’s basically 30 days of super “clean” eating aka only meat, vegetables, and some fruits and nuts.  No dairy, no sugar, no peanut butter, no grains, basically no processed foods either. (It’s amazing what they put sugar in).  Also no alcohol, but that part is easy since I’ve had 29 years of practice.  If you’re interested you can read more about it at whole30.com but this isn’t an advertisement for whole30.  Maybe I’ll post about that after we make it through this one.

Well anyway, after moving and eating out a ton and the holidays, it was time for a reset for D and I – besides January is the best time to change your eating since everyone is on a diet, right?  I’m also really excited to renew my creativity with cooking – clean eating kind of requires it,  and it’s something that I feel like I’ve been lacking since we moved here.  Hopefully after this month I can keep it going after with healthy meals and just enjoy my donuts and chips and chocolate a little less frequently (just a little).

Our recent focus on food and a comment in one of my magazines had me itching to write about something that has been on my mind lately.  It’s a little personal, but I think it’s important.  Up until a little over year ago when we did our first whole30, I ate whatever I wanted and have always been on the thin side.  People have made comments to me all my life about my weight, meant to be “positive,” and I think it was just this last summer that I realized how those comments have NOT been helping me.  I’ve been told people are “jealous” that I can eat whatever I wanted and not gain a ton of weight, not realizing that because of this, I developed some pretty horrible eating habits that contributed to major stomach issues, acne, and serious body aches and pains.  I never even tied those things to food because I wasn’t gaining weight.  My weight has mostly been determined by genetics. When I’ve taken steps to improve my health however, people have been discouraging because they don’t think I need to lose weight.  I did whole30 the first time because I knew I was addicted to sweets and didn’t want them to have so much control over me, but people’s responses were “you don’t need to lose weight” and “you shouldn’t do that, you’re too skinny.”  I didn’t want to lose weight, I wanted to stop having stomachaches every morning and being miserable after every time we went out to eat.  I didn’t want to look better, I wanted to feel better!  The first time I tried to take control of my eating was really difficult, and it would have been so much more helpful to hear “good for you for trying to take better care of yourself.”  I’ve written before about how I challenged myself to start running this year and one woman’s response when I told her I was starting to run was, “why would you do that?  You’re already skinny.”  I was shocked because running was about doing something I’d told myself I couldn’t do, something I was so proud of. It had nothing at all to do with my weight!  I didn’t lose a single pound while running but what did that have to do with how many miles I made it without passing out or giving up?  And then there’s been the comments my whole life about how “small” and “skinny” and “little” I am.  Which, by popular opinion has not built my self-esteem, but has only made me conscious of how very aware others (women, especially) are of my body and my weight.  Meaning, when I gain two pounds, I assume the entire world notices.  Because if they notice when I’m skinny, they must notice when I’m not.  I once got told that I had the body of a teenager – I don’t know about you, but when I was a teenager, I was weak, flat, riddled with acne and had no curves on my body whatsoever.   At 29 years old, I have no desire to look like a teenager!  It just amazes me how it’s become okay to comment about other’s weight and bodies so freely.  Let me be clear, most of these comments are from strangers or people I’ve just met!  I can’t imagine meeting someone and within five minutes I’ve said “you’re so fat” or “you should probably start running because you need to lose some weight.”  Now I don’t want to compare myself with what other women go through with judgment of their bodies, I don’t think I’ve got it worse than anybody else – but can we all just stop judging ourselves and consequently others?  Even if we think it’s a compliment?  Because how is someone’s weight – which is determined by a hundred different factors both in and out of their control – something that we should decide if it’s good or not? I’m not offended by these comments and don’t think anyone should feel bad about them, I don’t think anyone who has said these things to me or others means any harm.  I just wish our compliments could shift to telling each other that we’re beautiful, not that we’re a number on a scale or a measurement around a waistline. Beauty means so much more than that to me!  Let’s applaud each other for things that we can and should be proud of and learn to love our own bodies for whatever they are at this moment.  Just my two cents.  Now on to attempting to make homemade sweet potato chips.  That’s the same thing as Herr’s right?