A little late in coming, most probably because Week 4 wasn’t so compliant. So here it is.
October 22-25 remain on plan. We aren’t having sugar, dairy, grain, or alcohol. No fake stuff. And it is getting very hard. Boring. Time consuming. Labor intensive. I’m really, really am ready for this to be done.
October 26: Today we embark on our mini-vacation which involves New England Fall colors, road tripping, hiking, seafood, and quaint Bed and Breakfasts. Can we stay on Whole 30? When we finally have lunch at 3pm I decide that being a total food nazi is silly, and order a delicious coconut curry chicken soup, and a brochette of seared scallops and shrimp, which comes with a side of perfectly sauteed julienned veggies. So far, so good, no major goofs. Oh, but the fries that come with it. Yes, I could’ve said “leave them off,” but I didn’t, and I enjoyed every last one. No ketchup, just a dash of malt vinegar.
Later a sugar-free light cafe mocha at Starbucks doesn’t seem so bad, but it really feels like a decadent treat. We skip dinner, and nosh on fruit and nuts. With 4.4 miles today I’m not terribly guilty.
October 27: It’s a touring and walking day. The Inn has “continental breakfast” which is basically carbs and coffee. There is NOTHING Whole 30 here. I settle for an instant flavored oatmeal packet, and a piece of whole grain toast with peanut butter. I do resist the danish, scones, pastries and bagels. When we break for our midday meal, I’ve already decided it’ll be fresh-caught lobster, a side salad with Oil and vinegar. This is all pretty legal, methinks. Compared to Hubby’s choice of seafood pot pie with an enormous flaky pastry crust, and the creamy clam chowder. But with 7 pounds lost, he’s entitled. After 5 rugged rock-scrambling miles, we pick up grocery provisions for a light evening repas in our room.
October 28: Repeat the carby breakfast. Our next stop has an iconic breakfast restaurant, so all bets are off now. Waffles with authentic maple syrup (small dribbles), eggs, bacon, hash browns– delish and worth it. This is my first real infusion of sugar and serious carbs, and frankly my body is unfazed and pretty happy. This is our main meal of the day, we clock another 4.5 miles, including hills, and nosh on snacks of fruit and veggies for dinner.
October 29: So, here’s the carby “Inn” breakfast again. Ugh. Half a bagel, cream cheese, and oatmeal. By noon my belly is very, very unhappy. Here’s my proof that gluten (and possibly dairy-cheese) is decidedly NOT my friend. Regardless, by the time we make it to our very late lunch/meal du jour (at a decidedly unimpressive hole in the wall), I immediately regret my order before it’s completely out of my mouth: chicken parm with ziti pasta and very average tomato sauce. I immediately box 2/3 of the plate, and what chicken I do eat is after scraping off the breading. The ziti isn’t so good either. Done, done, done with gluten! The leftover languishes in our mini fridge to never again be eaten.
October 30: It’s quite a disappointment that we really have found no other very impressive eateries. We have a big breakfast, and then later stop at some Applebys-type place where I order beef vegetable soup that is horrible, and a side salad. I think this is the day I do have bad gas station snacks like a Coke and Cheese puffs. Here’s to absolutely being off Whole 30. In spite of rain, we do have some lovely views.
October 31: It’s our departure day and I’ve given up trying to find a decent place to eat. So many of the establishments here in the north woods are shut down for the season. Serendipity lands us at a nice little breakfast place at a quaint inn, with a menu a mile long. It totally was possible to order something within Whole 30 boundaries. I feel quite virtuous for turning down that “free” sticky bun, and I order the child’s breakfast with a little of everything. Including French Toast. Before boarding the plane we grab Wendys (disgusting) and I eat the Jr. patty, and 2 chicken strips to go for a nosh while we travel. Should we be proud we didn’t eat Halloween candy?
This last pretty pathetic week of Whole 30 was a wash, but I remained completely cognizant of what I was doing. When I stepped on the scale upon getting home I saw that I’d not lost a single pound. For a fleeting moment about 2 weeks into this I saw a small reduction, but it came right back. SJ, on the other hand, had about 8 pounds come off. Ugh.
Health: I had marginal benefits, but nothing earth shattering. Tummy distress has subsided but occasionally returns (even when on strict W30). Sleep was a bit better. Energy levels same, and inflammation was not any better (if anything I had more RA flares).
I suppose I’m glad I tried, even if I officially only made it about 25 days, and imperfectly at that. I will never be the Whole30 poster child. The “reward” pizza slice, and glazed donut weren’t such a big deal (I don’t eat these things with any regularity anyway). We’ve been eating whatever this past week, with a slight nod to still trying to stick to the spirit of not eating junk or fake food. I think it made us mindful. It was a relief to go to the store and not read labels. I now know what it’ll say, and yes, I’ll go for the walls and more natural ingredients as much as possible (always have). And, well, I’m willing to have a little sugar and nitrates for a few slices of bacon, sliced turkey, or ham now and then; I’m not overly concerned that the chickens who laid the eggs were happy and running free– not for $5-6 a dozen (I know, I know, that’s only about 50 cents an egg, but when you can get eggs for 15 cents that taste essentially the same…). Coffee with creamer (lo fat and SF) and stevia (I’ve reduced it to 2-3 drops, half what I used to have) is so worth it. I need to get back to regular old water after my Crystal light drink mix and Coke binging. Dairy hasn’t made a huge come back; I guess I really didn’t miss the yogurt and cheese so much. Those couple of glasses of wine were great, and oh, the Polish pierogies were pretty awesome, as was rice and beans. Talk about carbs…
Maybe I’ll do this again in the future. Maybe I’ll be a little more disciplined and not eat as much fruit, potatoes, “pretend desserts,” or other things that obviously didn’t help with weight loss.
But for now the elusive holy grail of weight loss remains my challenge.
Pulling out my Medifast stash again… And glad for cooler temps, stretchy yoga pants, and big shirts and sweaters.