My first Whole30 ended on Tuesday, February 9th at 11:59pm and I DID it! I’m so proud to say that I didn’t cheat AT ALL. Even when I had a team happy hour (water with lemon for me), a team dinner (I’ll have the steak with extra greens) and an all day team training that involved mimosas and bagels (!!! I brought steak and eggs and chugged my water). I had to prove that I could do this and I did. I placed a lot of importance on successfully completing this, not because I was chasing perfection (although I usually do), but because I had to prove that if I could do this, I could do ANYTHING. I have a high pressure job where my performance easily spills into other aspects of my life; if I’m killing it at work, I kill it elsewhere and vice versa. Since all aspects of my life are so intrinsically linked, I treated the Whole30 as a way to push myself at work, financially and in my marriage. This is what made my success so critical.
I’m halfway through the Whole30 (in fact, when this publishes I’ll be on Day 15) and nothing has exploded. My husband and I never experienced the symptoms that seem to plague other people but we may be out of the woods on that. I was eating terribly leading up to my Whole30 so I was expecting the worst but I’ve also been working from home the last few weeks. This schedule has allowed me to be very hands on in the kitchen and a very stress free first week and I’m so grateful for that.
Happy New Year! I hope your 2017 is off to an awesome start because mine certainly is.
I’m taking time to prioritize my health and I’m starting with my diet. I have been eating poorly for months which made me feel bad so I ate even worse and felt even worse; see the pattern? As a result of these choices, my clothes aren’t fitting properly, my back always hurts and my skin is freaking out. I was able to ignore these symptoms for awhile until I finally got on the scale this week. I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life; even heavier than when I initially started my fitness journey back in 2012. My shoulders slumped when the number finally registered; I have work to do.
I have fallen so far off my fitness game, it’s laughable. With the demands of my new job, I’ve had trouble getting back into writing, let alone practicing self care. Luckily, one of my Facebook friends explicitly asked me about the 21 Day Water Challenge (#21DWC) for March and I promised her one is coming for April.
Since we all need to start somewhere, I’m starting small: by getting my water intake back under control. We all know that water does our hair, skin, nails a world of good but it can also aid in weight management. With all of this said, the April 2016 21 Day Water Challenge is starting on Monday April 4th. If you’ve been slacking or just need some encouragement, this challenge is for you.
In my last post, I talked about resetting my hair regimen because I’m not seeing the results I want. Remember how excited I was to walk into Onederland? It was awhile ago and I’ve been skirting its borders for quite some time but I was a fairly upstanding citizen. Unhealthy behavior always catches up with you, though. Not exercising, not drinking water like it’s my job and overindulging have landed me outside of Onederland.
Looking back over my previous endeavors, I haven’t always set the most realistic goals. I’m not going to drive myself crazy or beat myself up but it IS time for a change. There are 66 weeks until my 30th birthday so I’m shooting for 1lb each week until then. If I can do this successfully, I will hit my goal weight!
I know as well as anyone that the scale is not the most accurate marker to track weight loss. Everyone’s weight fluctuates throughout the day and we women have the added bonus of our monthly courses that can make it appear we’ve had a setback.
Even armed with this knowledge, I’ve recently gotten hooked on weighing myself daily and sometimes *gulp* multiple times a day. I found myself doing this at time when my nutrition and fitness weren’t on point hoping for some magical result.
I know I’ve been super MIA for a hot minute but I’m back! My absence has been due in part to being inconsistent and poor time management on my part. This post will serve as a quick update for February and March on how I’m faring with the Healthier, Wealthier You challenges.
1. Brown Bag Lunch: In February I fell off bringing my meals because I didn’t do proper grocery shopping. Towards the end of the month I finally got it together and I’ve been brining meals since then. I usually have oatmeal for breakfast, two fruits as snack during the day, and home cooked leftovers for lunch.
We’re 27 days in to the Healthier Wealthier You Challenges and I’ve been holding up pretty well. Here’s a quick recap of how I’ve been faring on the challenges.
1. Brown Bag Lunch: I’ve been bringing breakfast and lunch every day this month and will continue doing so. Sometimes it’s a salad, a sandwich, leftovers or even a Smart One meal. I’m trying not to go too crazy with the Smart Ones because they’re super high in sodium.
I know the new year usually inspires loads of resolutions that, for many, last until February. Maybe March for the truly “dedicated.” Personally, this won’t be the case in 2014. Since I’m getting married in June, there are quite a few things I want to get in order for my big day and subsequent marriage. My list is topped by being fitter physically and financially. At the risk of falling subject to the “new year, new me” mantra, I’ve decided to name this group of challenges “New Year, Same Awesome Me.”
Zumba was the first fitness class I ever fell in love with. I’m not a dancer but Zumba is a workout that masquerades as a party. It’s crazy to me that some people still haven’t tried Zumba because it’s crazy wild fun. If you’ve been considering it, here are 7 helpful hints for your first class:
1. Pitbull is going to be on every other song. So I hope you’re a fan. I’m not sure when it happened, but I’m pretty sure Pitbull is the unofficial spokesman for Zumba (Sorry, Beto). You may get the occasional salsa, soca, cumbia, or even hip hop song but Zumba instructors’ trust (and routine) is firmly rooted in Pitbull.