I feel like I have been “dieting” for almost two years now. Two years of jumping up and off the scale with such dreaded horror. After I had my daughter, depression ate at me like a hungry lioness. In turn I ate at food. I ate food with such a wild abandon you would have thought it was a romance novel gone down the rabbit hole never to return. I must give my self some credit, for the first six months after the birth of my daughter. I was doing alright. I wasn’t losing or gaining any weight. I think in reality of the situation, that was the problem. I wasn’t going anywhere. I was stuck in the proverbial mud. I was going to gym at four am just to get my morning workout routine in. That’s not including the after lunch power walk and the after dinner elliptical session. I binge watched The Biggest Loser on Hulu just to make myself feel just a tad bit better about my self. Thinking if they could do it so can I!
But somewhere, somehow something– happened. I am not sure exactly what it was. Maybe the exhaustion just crept up on me and I couldn’t fight it off any longer. Because, that aforementioned schedule, only works if you’re single and have no children. So somewhere around summer I decided to kick it up a notch and joined Advocare. I had a friend who her and her husband had lost a collective 100 lbs. off of Advocare and were looking fabulous! Well I wanted to look fabulous too. So I did the 24 day Challenge that Advocare swears by. While I did lose a few inches, I was disappointed, I didn’t see the results that I wanted. Those results that should have been proven to me on the scale. They just weren’t there. I hadn’t lost a single pound on the challenge. I followed the challenge to a T. As my Advocare coach told me multiple times, “I have never had anyone as dedicated as you on the program”. No one. Not ever. Not even her. It just shattered my already crumbling heart.
I felt defeated. I was doomed to be like this for forever. If only then if I would had known what I know now. Hind sight and all of that business I suppose. I should have realized that being only ten pounds heavier than I was BEFORE I had my daughter was something to be really proud of. I shouldn’t have felt ugly, fat or ashamed. I should have accepted it, loved it and tried harder. But instead, like every bad teen girl break up, I turned to my delicious, loving food. I ate and I ate until I couldn’t eat anymore. The pounds packed on. In six months after completion of the Advocare challenge, I had gained forty pounds! FORTY. I was pushing two hundred pounds like I was the next kid in line at the candy store.
I didn’t even realize I had gained that much weight until we had family pictures taken. I immediately saw the difference in myself. I looked a hot buttered roll mess. Crying, I sat down with my husband, who agreed that he too looked a hot buttered mess. In exasperation I told him that we were going to do something different. We were NOT going to stay this way. I wasn’t going to be THAT mom. I was so pretty before getting pregnant. I was a hot commodity and I would, absolutely not, allow for my emotional eating get this best of me. So I did some research and I tried two more weight loss programs from October on. It was during those two weight loss programs (Plexus and Medifast) that while both offered great insight on what I needed to do for me, neither were the answer. I quit both half way through them. They just weren’t for me and they were EXPENSIVE. Then I did what I should have done in the beginning. I asked the internet. Popping onto Pinterest looking for ways to lose this weight effectively and for good, I finally hit pay dirt.
For $29.99 I purchased the Whole30 diet and meal plan book. I know many people have talked about. I know my step brother and his wife have both been on similar plans (they’re officially Paleo now). No one had anything negative to say about it other than that the first week sucked. It super soaker sucked. Well, you know what, I’ve done Plexus, Medifast and Advocare and all of the first weeks have sucked. After discussing it with my husband it became clear that this diet was something we both could not only afford to do, but could do together.
Now, we can’t afford meat from a butcher that only offers grass-fed beef from the wild fields of Mongolia. Lets all be realist here, we’re middle class people, with a middle class budget. So we did a bit of research and found food that was fresh, in season and in our price range. To help cut the cost of buying organic blood oranges from the native tribes of where ever blood oranges come from, we bought organic frozen veggies instead. We did not skimp on cooking oils, ghee or any other “base” for cooking. Those we did splurge on. Those are the hidden culprits that steal your weight loss goals right from underneath you. So we made sure to buy what is suggested in the cook book. Most we found easily on Amazon.
I have to say the first week was hard. I felt like a crack addict coming off heroine. All those other diets included bread rolled in sugar substitutes. Not Whole30. Cutting out bread, sugar, dairy and anything refined all about killed me. It took hangry to the next level. I was sluggish, snippy and just plain unpleasant. Then like golden rays of sunshine, the clouds pulled back and BAM. The first week was over. I was fine. Eating whole30 and it’s surprisingly impressive recipes
were are suddenly easy. We slowly found our rhythm. We did fall off the horse though. I have to admit, I have a severe weakness for tacos. Not deconstructed taco salad. Or tacos stuffed in a roasted sweet potato. But tacos. TACOS. I love them. I would carry tacos around in my hand bag if I could. I love them that much.
If you exclude my occasional taco binge, we’re only into day 87 of whole30. We have introduced different foods, as suggested in the meal plan, back into our diets. While we have sworn off, as best we can anyways, bread, sugar and dairy products. I am also sad to say that my husband has lost his J-Lo booty and is now down a whooping 30lbs. I have not lost my mom bod, but I am officially (as of today) down 20lbs. I am ten pounds away from the weight that I was when I was freaking about being ten pounds heavier than when I became pregnant. I have 20 more pounds to lose and I haven’t felt this body confident in almost two years. All because I stuck to a $29.99 diet book for 87 days (sorta. Damn you tacos). Crazy I know. This has been the easiest, non-distusting, too-many-pills-to-count, non-pink-drink way that I have lost weight. The natural way. I couldn’t be more happy about it either.