Okay I promise I’ll shut up about the Whole 30 soon. Really soon. But first I wanted to share some stats and insights.
We officially ended our Whole 30 on Saturday evening (it was a vigil feast, I suppose you could say) in anticipation of Sunday. So it was a Whole 29. We ended up at the Rio because we are a. predictable and b. Mexican food is worth it.
Here’s the weird part: the margaritas were good, but they weren’t that good. And I only had one. That has never happened before. I only wanted one. And I’m not even pregnant.
So the clear, harsh light of Monday morning has broken and I’m happy? Confused? Resigned? to report that alcohol isn’t really worth it. Dairy isn’t really worth it. And grains of all varieties? Meh. I’m not really that relieved to have reintroduced anything back into my diet, save for tortilla chips. And even those don’t hold the sway over me they once did. So going forward, I don’t think it’s going to be all that challenging to keep eating paleo most of the time. Not even the 80/20 ratio I was envisioning, but probably something closer to 95/5. I’m serious. And nobody is more surprised than me.
Dave is lactose intolerant and we’ve known about it for a while, but I’m totally wondering if I am too, now. And that kind of sucks but it’s nice to know that if I want to feel really good, I know how to make that happen.
So on to the really exciting stuff (though honestly, feeling this good and clear-headed is surprisingly just as exciting as the weight lost. But I know what you came here to find out):
In 30 days of eating Whole 30 (with two intentional cheats) I lost 12 lbs. I went down one jeans size (and I’m flirting with the next size down). I lost 1 inch from my waist, 1 from my bust, and 2 from my hips.
Dave lost 11.5 lbsso technically I won, but who’s really keeping score? Ahem.
Basically it was a smashing success, and I’ll probably keep cooking paleo for our main meals and have a glass of wine or two on the weekends. It’s been a total life change for the better, and I’m so relieved to have seen it through to the end. I’ll probably do another strict Whole 30 sometime in the future, but for now I’m so excited to have one under my (looser) belt.
Anyone else out there made it through the month of no fun? Feeling surprised about any part of it in particular? Cut any nastiness out of your diet permanently? Fed up with the whole thing and think it’s totally overrated? Do tell.
Oh gosh, and here are some pictures. I didn’t really take “before” shots because vanity, but oh, lucky you, here’s roughly how I looked before our month of fun, courtesy of a 4 year old who always finds the iPhone AND the most flattering angle possible. Thanks, Joey:
And wow-er. (My little sister calls those our “arm legs.” Family heirlooms bestowed on each female in the dynasty.)
And here’s me now:
I feel really good. I’m back at pre-Evie weight, but I may have been a tad (ahem, 20 lbs or so) overweight when we conceived her, so I’d love to lose another 10 or 15 lbs. If I don’t, no big deal, but I’m definitely going to keep working at it.
I’ve also been working out twice a week with a trainer at our gym primarily to tone my core and strengthen my lower back. And by tone I mean dig around and see if there are any intact muscle fibers still connected in that region. It has been hard. But good. And it gives me hope that if we’re blessed with another pregnancy or seven in the future, my spine isn’t going to give out.
So there you have it. One Whole 30 done, one whole new perspective on food and nutrition, and one very reformed beer aficionado who now prefers seltzer water. Most of the time.