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I haven't really spelled out what I'm doing on Facebook or Livejournal, but here's a quick synopsis:
A week and a half ago I walked into the book store looking for a tiny daily planner to track food and whatnot for my work's Biggest Loser competition. I didn't find it, but I did spy Kris Carr's Crazy Sexy Diet. I don't really buy into all the grrrrrl power she advertises, nor have I started calling my body my "god pod," but seeing as she stopped her cancer from growing just by changing her diet, I figure there's something to all of that. And if more energy and a better mood, and a smaller waistline come along with that, then I really can't complain!
So, a week ago Bob and I started it. Day One wasn't so bad.. we were home and we choked down our juice, made faces, and happily ate our salads and quinoa. Day Two was HORRIBLE. That was Monday -- we were both at work, passing out, headachey, grouchy, etc. There was a two hour period in the morning that I was afraid if someone came to spoke to me, I wouldn't know how to respond. After work we still ran, though, a new track and everything. Day Three was better, aside from the headache I came home with. And then, after that? It all cleared. My energy levels spiked, I found myself smiling more, the scale started dropping and my clothes started fitting better again! My tastebuds woke back up and I found myself not only enjoying my morning "green juice" but looking forward to it like I would coffee (okay, let's not lie.. it'll never replace coffee, especially the french pressed kind, but it's refreshing!).
There are things about this cleanse that I'd like to take with me past the 21 days. Like the lack of meat. Turns out, I just don't care about meat. I didn't care much about it prior to the cleanse, and I certainly don't miss it now. I don't think that's any big diet secret or anything -- meat is not my weakness so it's pretty easy to give up. I'm going to give up liver and onions, too. And jabbing myself in the eye with a pen.
But bread.. glorious bread. See, the cleanse is gluten free. This is keeping me off of bread products for twenty-one days. That is my real love. Beautiful pasta and bread and cupcakes.. and so on. Now I know, there's gluten-free things. But I figured it would just be best to avoid most of it for the duration. Besides, the idea is to eat 80 percent raw and fresh, and 20 percent cooked. That doesn't leave a lot of room for gluten-free things (except quinoa, which Bob and I have a growing love affair with).
And then there's the running! We're holding steady at 3.5 miles this month, I believe. Working more towards endurance and running it all without stopping and less towards adding more distance. The distance training portion comes back around second week of March. I'm excited! And scared! The voice in my head that tells me I'm a silly goose for trying anything physical is quieter these days (probably because I'm starving it on this Vegan diet. Said voice prefers hamburgers).
I think the biggest thing to come out in this first month of changes is the idea that I can be a different person and try different things if I want to. I don't need to fit into someone's version of me. Perhaps I'll be a vegan runner all the way to the half-marathon and then my brain will switch and I'll hunger for beef again. Who knows! The best part is, I reserve the right to change every time the wind blows if I so choose.
I know that's a realization usually pronounced on an eleventh grader's live journal, but even as I near thirty I still find myself doing things because my family or friends expect me to. You know what? I actually LIKE onions. And maybe I'm the least athletic person you know and can't catch a ball to save my life, but I can run in a straight line. And it might take me the entire allotted time to finish, but I'm going to! And in the end, I think that's what counts.
A week and a half ago I walked into the book store looking for a tiny daily planner to track food and whatnot for my work's Biggest Loser competition. I didn't find it, but I did spy Kris Carr's Crazy Sexy Diet. I don't really buy into all the grrrrrl power she advertises, nor have I started calling my body my "god pod," but seeing as she stopped her cancer from growing just by changing her diet, I figure there's something to all of that. And if more energy and a better mood, and a smaller waistline come along with that, then I really can't complain!
So, a week ago Bob and I started it. Day One wasn't so bad.. we were home and we choked down our juice, made faces, and happily ate our salads and quinoa. Day Two was HORRIBLE. That was Monday -- we were both at work, passing out, headachey, grouchy, etc. There was a two hour period in the morning that I was afraid if someone came to spoke to me, I wouldn't know how to respond. After work we still ran, though, a new track and everything. Day Three was better, aside from the headache I came home with. And then, after that? It all cleared. My energy levels spiked, I found myself smiling more, the scale started dropping and my clothes started fitting better again! My tastebuds woke back up and I found myself not only enjoying my morning "green juice" but looking forward to it like I would coffee (okay, let's not lie.. it'll never replace coffee, especially the french pressed kind, but it's refreshing!).
There are things about this cleanse that I'd like to take with me past the 21 days. Like the lack of meat. Turns out, I just don't care about meat. I didn't care much about it prior to the cleanse, and I certainly don't miss it now. I don't think that's any big diet secret or anything -- meat is not my weakness so it's pretty easy to give up. I'm going to give up liver and onions, too. And jabbing myself in the eye with a pen.
But bread.. glorious bread. See, the cleanse is gluten free. This is keeping me off of bread products for twenty-one days. That is my real love. Beautiful pasta and bread and cupcakes.. and so on. Now I know, there's gluten-free things. But I figured it would just be best to avoid most of it for the duration. Besides, the idea is to eat 80 percent raw and fresh, and 20 percent cooked. That doesn't leave a lot of room for gluten-free things (except quinoa, which Bob and I have a growing love affair with).
And then there's the running! We're holding steady at 3.5 miles this month, I believe. Working more towards endurance and running it all without stopping and less towards adding more distance. The distance training portion comes back around second week of March. I'm excited! And scared! The voice in my head that tells me I'm a silly goose for trying anything physical is quieter these days (probably because I'm starving it on this Vegan diet. Said voice prefers hamburgers).
I think the biggest thing to come out in this first month of changes is the idea that I can be a different person and try different things if I want to. I don't need to fit into someone's version of me. Perhaps I'll be a vegan runner all the way to the half-marathon and then my brain will switch and I'll hunger for beef again. Who knows! The best part is, I reserve the right to change every time the wind blows if I so choose.
I know that's a realization usually pronounced on an eleventh grader's live journal, but even as I near thirty I still find myself doing things because my family or friends expect me to. You know what? I actually LIKE onions. And maybe I'm the least athletic person you know and can't catch a ball to save my life, but I can run in a straight line. And it might take me the entire allotted time to finish, but I'm going to! And in the end, I think that's what counts.