I've run into a pitfall, I'm afraid...

So Day 45 was this past Wednesday  - I made it without any missteps, save for the wine I had when my parents visited the weekend before. That was nothing though - child's play.

This week went by without a hitch, but then the dreaded day 46 came. What to do? We had a district basketball tournament, and it's very hard to plan around that, and truth be told, I got lazy. I also got freaking hungry and there were delicious, non-compliant snacks all around me. All day. For 4 days! I did the unthinkable - I did the un-digestible. I caved on Thursday night and drank a glass of wine, ate a piece of quiche, had a ton of chocolate, and holy shitballs, I ate ice cream. NOT A GOOD IDEA. Let's just say Friday was not a fun day for Shanny. Then, I gave into this delicious box of snacks that our Booster Club made for the cheerleaders, and I ate peanuts. And Airheads. And a weird version of a Slim Jim, however I did not slam into it. To be fair, my uterus was not on my side, as it was prepping to turn into a werewolf at the sight of the full moon.

So here I am, on day 49, and I'm pretty much having to start over - well, get back on track, really. I had more discomfort this weekend than I've felt in a month and a half, and I know it's my own fault, but that doesn't mean that I can't fix it. The plan as of today is to take the next two weeks to stay Whole30, and then go into the re-introduction phase. It'll be March by then, and hopefully cheerleading will be almost over (unless we go to state - yeehaw!) and I'll have more time to focus on really finding out what I need to put back into my diet. Clearly, trying dairy, gluten, legumes and added sugar all in one weekend is not the way to go. I'm pressing the re-set button, and I'm going back to the basics.

I haven't strayed too far off the path, so I'm not worried about staying on track for another two-three weeks, but I know I need to get a hold of my bearings before I go to Spain in April. I can't honestly say that I'm not going to try anything and everything while I'm in Madrid - and it would be silly to not try a new fantastic food just because I don't want to mess up my dietary destiny!

Anyway, after 45 days, I lost 10 pounds and I haven't really measured myself, but I know my clothes fit better and I feel better (except for the past 3 days). So that's cool. Now I shall get started on phase two - the CONQUER PHASE. YES!!!!!

The Adventure Continues, Mes Amis!

This post is dedicated to my best good friend Smashley, who just started the Whole30 on Tuesday, and called me yesterday to tell me about her pizza craving. I'm like her sponsor. Schwing!

Yes, it's true - I'm tacking on more time to my Whole30 - turning it into a Whole45. Not to be confused with a Colt .45, because I am neither a gun enthusiast nor an imbiber of shitty alcoholic beverages.

                                                           ...if you say so, Billy D.

The reasons are three-fold:
1) I haven't defeated my "Sugar Dragon." I got it bad. Real bad. I had two gals teach a lesson in my Senior English class today, and they rewarded their classmates with CANDY. Guess who knew all the answers, thus giving me the right to all the candy? ME. I could have won that entire batch of Reese's (Does anyone else say Ree-cees Pee-cees?) and Milky Ways (frick yes. Out of this world sugar dragon). Thankfully, my students know about my dietary attempts at greatness, so they helped me not eat all of that delicious shit. However, I thought about that chocolate all the day. ALL THE DAY, hence the ongoing quest to slay the sugar dragon. Or "Beat the Sugar Dragon," as I said in class, prompting several giggles and a quick shut down by way of saying, "Oh sick - you are disgusting little boys. Get your mind out of the gutter, children." I feel like this is a major area that needs improvement, because as of right now, I'm this guy:

2) I like what I see, and I like how I feel. My clothes fit better, I don't feel all icky when I go to sleep, and I don't automatically suck-in when I look in the mirror...meaning it takes me a few seconds to start sucking in. Yessss! In other other words, I've deflated. If I were a bouncy house, no one would want to jump on me, but hopefully someone of the male variety soon will. Ha! Just kidding. Kinda. But it's nice to not feel puffy all the time, and I'd like to continue that for a few more days, because.....

3) I have a feeling that when I go off of the Whole30, I won't be able to sustain it - it's too easy to eat peanut butter and Nutella on one spoon! See? SUGAR DRAGON! Shitgoddamn.

So anyway, technically I'm on day 33, and that just made me think of Larry Bird bywayof LFO, and now I'm thinking about NKOTB and Chinese Food. Nope - I'm gonna go make some guacamole and make some freaking delicious chicken with my Whole30 Mayo...and then listen to some NKOTB.
                                                                   Jordan Knight
                                                                 Jordan Catalano
                                                            Jordan Taylor Hanson
                                                        ...coincidence? I think not.
I bet Taylor Hanson would totally embrace the Whole30 lifestyle if it meant he could keep me in his life.