Well it’s official. I did it. I finished the Whole30. For real this time. No “I’ll just have one glass of wine,” or “I’ll order sweet potato fries even though I know they’re fried in canola oil.” I seriously did it. I drank water at the Hop Leaf, while everyone else drank beer. I brought a Lara Bar to my friend’s baby shower, to eat when everyone else was eating cake. And when we went out to dinner, I ordered a plain salad, no dressing.
But last night as I was contemplating what I would write about in this post and how I felt about my Whole30 experience, I just wasn’t that excited. The last time I did the Whole30, I had more than a few revelations:
- I used food as a comfort. If I was having a bad day, was stressed, and/or need a hug, I turned to food. Sometimes it was sugar. But during the Whole30, I replaced it with nuts
- Soda, it turns out, is gross. I’ve never liked the regular kind (it tastes way too syrupy for me). But I had been drinking diet sodas since the 7th grade and never realized just how much they taste like chemicals
- Contrary to what I originally thought, I don’t *need* cheese. Yes I loved it. It was my favorite food. But my life can go on without it
- I was done with all processed foods, including condiments. No more ketchup, BBQ sauce, mayonnaise, or salad dressings. The mayonnaise was a big one. I used to put it on everything
So this time around, I was hoping to learn more about what works and what doesn’t for my body. Only I didn’t really. I just reconfirmed what I already knew. No big earth shattering moments for me this time.
And what’s more, I still haven’t reached the “amazing tiger-blood, the hills are alive, I no longer need sugar in my life” point. My sleep schedule is still F-ed up. I can’t seem to fall asleep until midnight and then I’m dragging myself out of bed around 7:30am (with, by the way, horrible dark puffy circles under my eyes). And I don’t even want to talk about sugar. If I see one more darn cookie I’m going to throw it at someone. The bus stop to go home from work is right in front of a McDonalds. Last night I had to distract myself with Instagram so I wouldn’t walk in and buy one.
So did the Whole30 work? I just wasn’t sure last night. I still was having a few bad fibromyalgia attacks, although it seemed like the overall number was down. And even though during the first two weeks my weight went down to 120lbs (I know you’re not supposed to check during but I got weighed at the doctor’s office when I had bronchitis), when I checked last night I was back up to about 123lbs.
OK, but did my measurements change even though I didn’t really lose any weight?
- Weight = 123 lbs (about 2 lbs lost)
- Chest = 32 inches (same)
- Waist = 27 inches (same)
- Hips = 37.5 inches (lost 0.5 inches)
- Arm = 10 inches (same)
- Thigh = 22 inches (same)
Alright, so that didn’t really work either. On January 1st, I said that my fibromyalgia pain was at an 8 out of 10. Right now, it’s at a 5. So that’s an improvement. Plus I haven’t really had any 9 out of 10 or 10 out of 10 moments at all this January.
But was that it? Did the Whole30 just sort of help my fibromyalgia pain? Maybe it’s just been a coincidence?
And then something really interesting happened. Right as I was sitting down to type, I remember that I needed to take my resting peak flow. I’ve been struggling with asthma for a long time. Last summer, as I mentioned before, my doctor put me on steroids because I could never clock higher than a 300 (goal is 475). When I exercised, it was even lower, to the point where my lips would turn purple.
So I grabbed my peak-flow meter this morning. Took a deep breath, and blew a 450.
Seriously? I tried it again, this time getting a 400. After months of steroids I never got that high. Ever. The only thing they ever did was make my period disappear (which is also why I stopped taking them). I’m so happy, I almost want to call my doctor to tell her.
But now what? I’m going to assume that this is the result of cutting out dairy. I’ve heard that it’s the number one culprit for allergies and asthma. But maybe it’s from cutting out all processed foods that might contain soy, which I’m allergic to. Or maybe, there is another food that I cut out, that I’m also allergic to but never realized.
But the point is, it worked. Something in the Whole30 worked. I might not have lost the weight I wanted, or cured my fibromyalgia. But at least I know I’m on the right track. Now I just need to figure out what’s next.