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In 6 days I’ll be starting the Whole 30 dietary modification and I’m super pumped. Why am I super pumped you ask? Am I insane? Absolutely not. TONS of people have completed Whole 30 with
raving recommendations and actually survived to tell the tale. I’m actually writing this post next to a bowl of lobster pasta covered in truffle oil leftover from lunch today at the most amazing Italian restaurant, so, yeah, I’ll kind of miss these sinfully decadent meals, but I’ll be so much better for it at the end of the 30-scratch that-40 days.
Two Aprils ago I came across the words “Whole 30” and did some digging. I always thought that I ate pretty heathy, but after reading over the guidelines and reasons behind the guidelines my eyes began to open wider. You mean Wheat Thins aren’t heathy? I then challenged my dad to a Whole 30 stint. He and my mom agreed to complete it together and they actually did it! My mom has had seasonal allergies her entire life-pretty terribly- and she didn’t suffer from allergies that year. They slept better, their moods were uplifted, my dad’s heel spur and back pain dissipated. Enough said. I attempted to follow but fell off the wagon at week 2. I was nursing 6 month old Hattie at the time and just wasn’t educated enough about HOW to cook Whole 30 compliant meals with ease. I treated it like a diet and I was always hungry. Like always. My milk supply started to drop so I put myself back on my “go-to” foods like full fat yogurt, cheese, and oatmeal. Since then however, I’ve studied more and more about the diet and the reason for it. I now understand that it isn’t to so much challenge yourself as it is to change yourself. To heal your food relationship- and God knows us Southern Louisianians NEED SOME FOOD HEALING. I’m fairly certain the deep fried in grease and laden with heavy cream and cheese mindset begins in utero for a Cajun. The #1 cause of death in Louisiana is heart disease with a whopping 25% of cases. If death was a dollar, that would be a quarter. A whole dad-gum quarter. Heck to the no. Repeat after me “that ain’t in my budget”. We need to get our act together. We need to be able to look at dishes and recipes that don’t include the words “Rice, Roux, Gravy, Fried, Cream of Mushroom, Rice, Rice, Rice, and Rice” and not go “Yuck, I don’t like that kind of food”. Oh, you mean the kind that helps you live longer? Okay. Go on ahead. But don’t drop your quarter…
Now before you get your panties in a wad, even healthy eaters fall victim to cardiac anomalies. Hell, I could have a stroke tomorrow, life is unpredictable. But we can take a stand to at least lead our health in the right direction. We also don’t have to ban ourselves from our fabulous Southern cuisine for eternity either, but our diets don’t need to live, breath, and sing that way. Like Hattie says, “Moderation is key”. She really says that. I pinky swear.
So why am I excited for this challenge? Because I know that I can do it now. Since my failure 2 years ago, I’ve made it a point to include Whole 30 and Paleo in my life weekly. Almost daily. Most every day at least one meal is 100% Paleo, and often 100% Whole 30 compliant. I’ve tried new things, and started to get over the “Yuck, those onions, peppers, and eggs look so unappetizing…” I want to learn to love most every whole, raw food in all of its beauty and splendor. I want to be BFF’s with produce (because every got dang thing has a different method to cut it and store it and even to tell how ripe it is). I want to heal my food mindset and rid my body of every toxic, altering preservative and chemical that makes me less of the best version of myself and see how amazing that feels. Like shedding the drudgery of the world and putting back on that glowy fresh newborn body. I want to be able to reintroduce grains and dairy after the 40 days to find what way of eating is best for me. To tailor my diet to fit Amber so that I can live without bloat and diarrhea and cramping and exhaustion. I want to be able to chase my babies at 10 am and at 4 pm with the same level of enthusiasm instead of that afternoon zombie like facade that falls over so many parents. I want to escape that emotional tie to food and relearn to view it as a valuable sustenance. Not a broken heart healer, boredom solver, or conversation filler. I want to be Amber at her best. Obviously. Isn’t that we all want for ourselves?
I’ll be back tomorrow with some pantry filling tips, but in the meantime, visit www.whole30.com. Look at their Can I Have It Guide, their description of Sex With Your Pants On Eating (SWYPO). No, we aren’t getting all 50 shades of grey up in here. Just read you’ll understand. You can even check out their pantry stocking tips here. You definitely want to read the book written by the creators of Whole 30. Order it now so you can have it at the beginning of your commitment to learn why certain foods are given up and what harm they have been scientifically proven to do to your bodies. Your best bet is to order the book from this link. Or visit your local bookstore. But I’m an Amazon addict-it’s just so darn convenient.
I’m so darn excited. I really am. I’ve been eating a pretty regular Whole 30 diet since Todd Anthony’s birth with treats and non-compliant ingredients here and there when I want them, but I can feel the days when I eat something wrong. I can feel them hard. When I eat clean, I’m a fully energized mom from sunup to sundown, even with 3 nursing sessions throughout the night-I don’t feel ridiculously tired, like new moms are supposed to feel. That in itself is worth the change. I’m also so thrilled to offer this commitment up to my Lord and Savior during this Lenten season. It will be the most sacrificial offering I’ve ever given up to Him during these 40 days of fasting and I know that he will give me the clarity to see and hear him clearer than ever along with physical and mental progress.
Join me, will you? It’s not that long. I’ll hold your hand to keep you moving forward, but I promise that after 40 days, you’ll laugh at the thought of ever looking back. Oh, and you can’t cheat on Sunday’s. I’ve never believed in that Lenten cheat anyway, but it would derail your whole program. Pardon the pun.
Oh, and don’t stuff your face with chocolate cake all weekend because you know it’s off limits come next Wednesday. Just don’t.
And because a post is not a post without a picture. Lazy mornings-which is pretty much every morning for us…- with this dude rock my world.
I also apologize for any crazy errors in this post and its editorial appearance. I am posting from my phone for the first time so It may take me a while to figure this business out. Thanks for the patience.