My sister somehow convinced me to do the Whole30 with her this month. I am currently on day 4, and I thought I’d share a little bit of my first 4 days with you.
First of all, last weekend we prepared enough food for a week. So Tara, my brother-in-law and I chopped, mashed, boiled, baked, mixed, and blended until we had our finished products: taco soup, 2 whole chickens, tuna salad, baby potatoes, spaghetti squash, mayo, and two types of salad dressing.
So Monday was my first day. What I learned from my day one… I could eat anything that was Whole30 safe and not nailed down. Just between 5 pm and 7 pm, I had a big bowl of soup, fruit cup, raisins, cashews, almonds, tuna salad with and without Boston leaves, and celery with almond butter and raisins… Which was the last thing I ate. Tara said that was my body looking for carbs. All I know was I was hungry and had to eat now. But I didn’t go off of it.
Day 2 was the detox day for me. Huge headache in the morning and then at night I felt like this must how a junkie feels when they are getting off drugs. My skin was crawling, I was fidgety, and irritable was a nice way to put my mood… And I wanted pasta so damn bad I would have given away my pinkie toe. Who would want a toe for an exchange of pasta… No idea… But I was willing to find out. Tara told me again this was normal as I was getting rid of the chemicals. Again I survived day 2.
Day 3, I was tired. I napped for 3 hours and went to bed at 8. I had little patience. But I noticed I didn’t have to eat as much which was good. And I didn’t have as many cravings. I also notice the soup didn’t taste as good as 2 days ago… Which annoyed me. Tara reminded me the taste buds are changing. And I made it through day 3.
Day 4, which is today… I didn’t need a nap. I’m a little cranky but I don’t feel tired. I walked all around the mall with my mom looking for stupid coconut milk I could drink in my coffee – see cranky – but I didn’t get tired and my back didn’t hurt. So far it’s 4 pm and instead of napping I’m blogging… So that must mean something. Again, thank God for Tara because she helped me find the coconut milk I could drink before I got really frustrated.
There is a theme. My sister is doing this for the second time and is on day 6. She is my support and if it wasn’t for her 24/7 hotline I would have given up on day one.
So almost 4 days down 26 to go. I won’t write about every day but I will keep you posted on this journey.
I’m proud of you Robyn. You can do this and you will feel so much better and it will get easier as you go. One day at a time. Good luck.