It's been two weeks since Jason and I finished our whole30.
The first week out of the gate, I was surprised that I really didn't want to cheat with anything. I wanted to keep going with all of the restrictions.
I also was surprised at how fearful I was to eat again.
But I did.
Oh boy, did I.
Jason and I both got a little "free" in our cheat meals. I think in one day Jason ate a bacon cheeseburger, fries, pizza and a milkshake.
(You can't blame him, he had an accounting test that day, he needed to de-stress.)
Simple, plain, (tasty) sugar.
Desserts. Chocolate. Cookies. CANDY!
Sugar took over my brain!
And, it wrecked my body. I have been miserable for the past 10 days. MISERABLE!
I can't fault myself for the first few days, I was on my period. :)
But I got a little out of control - especially when my parents were in town.
A cupcake (or two) one day, french macaroons another. Key lime bar - check. Homemade oreos, double check. Trader Joe's Jo Jo's (thanks Erica) and leftover Sour Patch Kids.
The outcome you ask?
My digestive system is screaming at me. Nothing, I mean nothing.....has been solid in weeks.
(Sorry, but I'm trying to make a point.)
I am bloated. Gassy. Down right stinky. I haven't slept well, and I have a hard time falling asleep lately.
And...the worst of it - I have gained 3 pounds back.
3 pounds!! In less than 2 weeks!!
I am back on the wagon today. And I pretty much plan to stay there.
When I cheat, it's going to be worth it.
No more junk. I'm over it.
The holidays are coming. I am going to save up my cheats and make them worth it.
In the meantime, I am on the wagon.
Don't try to talk me off.
It's just not worth it.