I am 12 days into 30 days of only eating whole foods and I feel AMAZING! I’m sleeping so much better. A full 8 hours a night and I wake up feeling good. Don’t misunderstand, I am not now suddenly a morning person who is all cheery and annoying at 7AM. But I am a person who isn’t dragging ass to get out of the bed and then getting right back in when the last kid is on the bus.
In the last 3 days, 4 people have told me I look beautiful, my skin is glowing and that I look happy. Honestly, I hadn’t really noticed and then my friend who is an aesthetician told me how good my skin looked and I wasn’t wearing make-up! I took a good look at myself while brushing my teeth that night and damned if she wasn’t right!
I have more energy and am able to get more done. I even took a walk along the beach on a day when the high hit 32F. It wasn’t a long walk, grant it, and I was with my good friend and her adorable baby, which made it fun. But, you guys, I don’t voluntarily walk around in the cold! Correction, I didn’t before I started eating this way.
My brain feels totally different without sugar. So does my body. It’s crazy! Yes, I have known for decades that sugar is bad for you; that your brain reacts to it like a drug. But I don’t think I’ve gone 12 consecutive days without sugar before. I’m speaking of refined sugar. I’m allowed to have fruit on Whole30. I really hope that I never go back to eating the amount of sugar I was before January 2nd. It effected my mood, my sleep, my energy level, not to mention the way my clothes fit. Ahem.
The best thing for me has been the self-care. This diet forces me to cook every single day. Three meals a day. This is something I have never done before in my life. I know I have 3 kids and I was a housewife for many years. Cooking has just never been my thing. Sure there were years I made dinner almost every night. Or even breakfast and dinner on occasion. Like 5 Sundays a year. I never enjoyed it. It was hard to shop, prep, cook and clean it all up with 3 littles under foot, and most nights my meals weren’t appreciated by the picky eaters (aka little shits).
But now when I am slicing and dicing fresh produce? Cracking an egg in one hand and lowering the ladle it’s in into boiling water with the other? Hell, even scrubbing dried egg off the pan? I FEEL GOOD! I feel content. Because I am truly taking care of myself. Sure, doing that for my family felt good, too. But it felt good in the I-can-cross-that-off-my-list-of-things-good-moms-do kind of way. This is me doing something purely for my own well-being. Not to lessen my anxiety or guilt about my parenting. Not to score points with a husband or impress a friend. This is for me to feel good inside and out. That, my friends, is a beautiful feeling.
I think I’m setting a good example for my kids, too. They’ve seen the difference in me and they like it. They eat the same dinners I make for myself. Well, Zeta, who is a pescatarian just eats the veggies and fish. Jemima eats the veggies only by bribing her. I’m pretty sure she’d eat them anyway, but the girl is working me. She’s the baby. I let it slide.