DAY 30!! I AM SO GLAD IT’S OVER. I CAN’T BELIEVE I EVEN WENT THROUGH THAT UNBELIEVABLE GRUESOME EXPERIENCE. THAT WAS HELL.
I bet that’s what you imagined I would say today. I mean, 30 days of no sugar (pain) no dairy (pain and suffering), no gluten (Hell), and I threw in no coffee (delusion in Hell and on constant fire) just because I had to push the limit.
But the truth is, I didn’t feel any of those feelings.
I didn’t “die.”
I didn’t have any headaches, wasn’t hangry, and ate meals that tasted delicious all day. And to see the results at the first measurement and weigh in — to have lost two inches on my waist, 2 inches in my hips AND lose four pounds? Without a lick of exercise? And all of it was a change in choice of food? Eye-opener.
I think that working with a health leader who executes her mission in the same wheelhouse as I would, it made our connection a great one. I knew what my accountability was and I had to set my own goals within her regimen. Nicole was a plethora of guidance in my nutrition, being my food hotline when I needed her, and not just giving me the education, but what I could replace that my taste buds could still enjoy. She based it on what my diet currently looked like. I answered to What did I eat? and I wondered more about What was my standard? She looked at my answers and asked more, and she personalized a regimen that worked. That’s what we coaches do — we focus on the one person and build solutions based on the individual’s mindset, lifestyle, habits and needs.
To be clear, Nicole asked me to stop eating dairy, sugar and gluten for a while to get my inflammation down and under control. To get my body at ground zero, to rebuild. She never asked me to do a detox for 30 days. That came from my own desire to turn this new, most difficult challenge for my mind into a mission I had to accomplish.
In my line of work, I ask clients to go from goal setting to an upgraded EFFECTIVE goal creation. In the likeness of setting S.M.A.R.T. goals, we need to do much more in reaching success than to just say, “I’m gonna work on being healthier” or “I need to lose weight” — we need to establish effective goals where there’s a start and end date, and commitments along the dash between those dates. Mini goals. Commitments. Measurable tasks. Documentation. Assessments. Adjustments. And room to get back up when we screw up. Because we will most likely screw up.
I say that because I did.
Confession time: I didn’t tell you on the previous blogs, but I screwed up once besides the Mini Eggs on Easter. Here’s what happened:
As I was building my new food consumption habit, I was wearing down a new path in my mental grassy knoll.
I waved happily to the crowd of spectators and fans in my bodily vehicle, enjoying the sunlight, and feeling ambitious to where I was going in my health life.
As I was cruising down my new paved road waving at my spectators, one emotional gunshot flew and hit me – the FSP incident. Watching my little family happily eating their favorite pie slice hit me for the first time. I slumped in shock. I didn’t know I’d be hit. I thought I would be okay.
The very next day as I was still stunned over the first shot, a second shot went off –
“Hey, ‘Nita, I ordered too much for myself. I ordered this brand new Nachos Especial. Didn’t touch it. I don’t know what I’m going to do…” is what my husband said to me, and left the kitchen and the take out container loaded with a fresh Nachos Especial aimed right at me.
The shot was a clear shot, and I was down, people.
He left a brand new Nachos Especial platter, loaded with everything, in front of me.
All that cheese. Sour cream. **slurp**
I opened that container, grabbed a couple of loaded nachos and ate them. I imagined I was supposed to be thinking like, “Ohhhh yeahh, I’m eating the heck out of this!” And nom nom through a bunch, head to my cozy couch, watch Jimmy Fallon and feel satisfied…
Instead, I quietly went upstairs, got in my bed, put my head in my hands, and cried.
I was so pissed at myself. We are all our own worst critics. I am of myself. I would imagine we all have our inner toddler, young child, tween, teen, young adult, adult and responsible parent residing within us. And in certain moments, our inner responsible parent in us fights with all the others. The fight is real. When all the kids think they won, and the parent knows better but has to stand back and watch their children crash and burn, it’s a hard moment to endure.
I was the toddler, tween, teen and all of those levels when I stood in front of a freshly made nachos platter alone in my kitchen. And I also was the parent who cried later because I like to stay responsible and didn’t want to break, but did.
That struggle? It was real.
I just have to get past the situation and keep myself from ever having another shootout at the grassy knoll.
Now here I am, a full 30 days with my Easter Cadbury Mini Eggs, an ounce of mascato, and three Nachos Especial-loaded tortillas behind me.
I did pretty darn great.
Before I began, I felt the following:
Lethargic, exhausted, and kind of like a huge wad of chewed up bubble gum slothing and slumming around. I felt sluggish. I didn’t want breakfast and could go a whole day without anything but a cup of coffee. I’d eat after I get my daughter from school in the afternoon and go for a warm, chocolate-filled CWA-SON (a.k.a. croissant). I felt unhealthy. Like, icky-blech. Caffeine hungry. I hated water. I could live without it (funny, because we can’t live without it!). Always experiencing either a sugar spike or crash. My ankles or feet used to swell up here and there, randomly, and I had no idea why. Edema? Who knows. Definitely not sexy. My clothes felt uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable. I didn’t sleep well. I woke up and chugged a coffee to get me going.
After my 30 days, I feel:
Awake, all day. Alert. Happy! And even if I didn’t take a shower for the entire day, I still felt clean — like, my body FEELS clean from the inside. Food moves through me (tmi?) way better. I sleep sound at night. No sugar spikes or crashes. No swelling of my feet. I’m standing up a little straighter, walking with much more zest and purpose.
That’s the thing. Purpose.
I may have sounded like I had purpose in my past – but it wasn’t how I felt from the inside, though. I’d rather have slept. Find me a couch and I’ll sit. In fact, I’d sit anywhere if I could. Now? I want to stand. Walk. Move. It’s crazy to see this change happen right in front of me. It’s amazing!
Did I do a countdown to when I can throwback a fully loaded burger, fries and a Coke with a smile? Nope. I feel great, and have no cravings for bread, or dairy or sugar.
Before, my standard in food was:
Coffee, Starbucks (fancy coffee), pasta, pizza, when I am lazy and don’t want to cook. Hot dogs, hamburgers, and other fast food fun when we are out and about. I loved yogurts. Frozen or Greek. Kefir. And whole food cooking and roasting at home. I’d have ice cream or some standard dessert after dinner, or a late night chew of a light pbj maybe once in a while since I’m up till 1 – 2am.
My sporadic treats were FSP, croissants or pastries, tiramisu, pan pizza, fondue, and a German Baby pancake at my local Walker Brothers pancake restaurant.
Now, my standard of food is more like this:
If possible, organic, clean, whole, non-GMO, non-additive/preservative, real food. Quinoa, brown rice, chicken, turkey, beef, pork and seafood. Veggies. All kinds. Soups and stews. Eggs and oatmeal, hearty salads, and more homemade food. Filtered water in abundance. Good teas. Honey as my sweetening agent, and in moderation. Almonds, cashews, walnuts, and banana loaf squares, and a bunch of other meals that keep a gal like me satisfied through the day.
Those nachos I ate? They didn’t taste good. They tasted sloggy. That’s not a word I don’t think? It just feels like that would be a good word for that kind of feeling — sloggy. Like a sloth who drank too much egg nog? Or like when you wake up with horrible sleep and you’re all groggy? Something like that. That’s what it tasted like. Sloggy.
I have no craving for bread.
I have no craving for milk or dairy.
And everything that would typically taste normal sweet (I tried a peanut M&M) tastes too sweet. I didn’t like it anymore.
I’m not glad this experience is over. I’m GRATEFUL this experience happened. Because I feel like I’m on track to have a better lease on my life. Maybe there is a chance for me to live better. Do better. I mean, I already feel better, and that’s a start. I work to help people live better in life and love management. I want people to really value their lives and take it up a notch. I needed to follow my own words in the health arena, and I’m glad I began this adventure. But I’m not done.
Dr. Maltz shared in 1960 that it takes an average of 21 days to break a habit. So I rounded up to 30 days for me. If my habit is broken – I’m thrilled!
But the real test is to get the habit to stick. According to neuroscientist Elliot Berkman: “People who want to kick their habit for reasons that are aligned with their personal values will change their behaviour faster than people who are doing it for external reasons such as pressure from others…”
So this is the beginning of something special. I got through my 30 days and learned a ton about myself in the process. In May I turn double digits. Here’s to 44 and may the next 44 be an extension of good outcomes of what I’m going to keep doing as I move onward toward my future.
I did it!
I completed my 30 Day Detox!
Gettin’ my happy dance on…
Let’s get those fireworks going!!
THANK YOU, LEO, THANK YOU…
Thank you, sweet Nicole, for being my health mentor and being such a motivator!
And thank YOU for following my blog and experiences this past month!
If you are on your own journey, and if this related, resonated or motivated you, I want to hear from you! Best wishes on your own goals and commitments. May you reach all your goals in life, love and health!