Seven or so months later I step on the scale and see I've regained all that lost weight and then added some more. Again, I'm sick of being overweight and uncomfortable in my own body. This time, it's even more irritating because I KNOW what works, I simply have to do it. Aside from weight there are many wonderful benefits that I experienced with my first whole 30. I felt closer to myself than I had in a really long time. One sticky bun turned into a glass of wine into Indian food take out every week into rice krispie treats at 2 AM.
I have decided to recommit to the whole 30 (just give it 30 days) and to try again.
I want it to be different this time and I think if I hold myself accountable (through this blog, among other things) the benefits (fitting into my pants, solid sleep and energy, clear skin) will outweigh the sacrifices (no beer, harder to go out with friends and packing a lunch every day.) I stepped on the scale yesterday and vow not to step on it again until July 29 (I started June 30). I measured myself, wrote the measurements down, folded them up and put them in a box. I took a before picture which will be revealed along with an after picture in 29 days.
Let me just say this- my weight is at a high. My emotions are at a low, my energy is all but depleted. I have so little desire to do anything. I want to change, yes but I must change. Change, for me comes in the form of a lot of little reminders. Reminders of why I'm doing this, why i can't stop and why this time it has to be different.
I plan to write about the emotional and physical journey this
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| My dinner, ground hamburger, avocado, sauteed sweet potato and red pepper, kiwi, strawberry and lots of lettuce! |
Please know I am not a food blogger or health aficionado. I'm a writer, a horror movie lover and a college instructor. I hope to hear from anyone going through the same journey!

And so it begins...! So proud of you!
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