Dictionary.com defines the word odyssey as “a long series of wanderings or adventures, especially when filled with notable experiences, hardships, etc.” and that is the where we find ourselves, on the eve of our odyssey.
Where are we starting from? From the point of feeling bad for so long that it’s become the norm. The fact that feeling bad is so normal you stop noticing it until the morning you wake up and you actually feel good. Wow. Big difference. BIG. And that came from just cleaning up our act before the actual plan begins. I’d call that a step in the right direction.
So, what have we been doing up until this point?
Eating. Sister went through the refrigerator and doled out all the sandwich fixins then divided out how many sandwiches each we’d need to eat by Wednesday. Supplemented by our stash of Lean Cuisines we knew what we had to eat (to clear out the ‘illegals’) until Lent begins. This was a positive step for someone who wants to know what’s for lunch while eating breakfast and wanting to know what’s for supper while eating lunch. In addition to sandwiches and Lean Cuisine we ate green salads with decadent things like chic peas, bacon bits with added sugar, cheese and sunflower seeds roasted in peanut oil.
Reading. Sister read blog posts and recipes. I read the Whole30 books – and yes, I fell asleep.
Talking. One of our personal decisions for the Whole30 plan is not to use coconut oil. We will use the coconut aminos in lieu of soy sauce (less sodium, no gluten) for flavor, but not the oil. When I was first diagnosed as diabetic I had to go to a diabetic clinic where I met with a dietician. During our first session she emphasized that coconut oil was the worst of the worst. It was okay to put it on your body but not in your body due to the saturated fats.
Paying attention to how our bodies react to food. For instance, Sunday I didn’t wake up hungry. I knew I was supposed to eat something so I had a bologna sandwich. (One of my quotas to use up what was in the fridge.) Very soon after eating I was suddenly hungry. White bread and processed meat, blood chemistry and empty carbs – it started to crystalize in my mind.
Moving. I moved slowly but I moved. Sister walks a mile a day on the treadmill. Many pounds ago I used to be able to do so. I’m working toward being able to top that. There’s an article on WebMD by Brunilda Nazario, MD which states “…you know you have to exercise to lose the weight, but the weight makes it hard to exercise.” Exactly. It goes on to say “Ignore the guidelines that say you should exercise 30 minutes most days of the week. Instead, focus on something enjoyable that you’ll stick to.” Personally, I enjoy Def Leppard and I walk to the beat. I don’t have much stamina. Yet. I am working on it.
Cooking. Sister is chief chef around here. A day was set aside for prep and preparation so that our transition will be less stressful. There were some amazing smells coming from the kitchen. Turkey muffins, taco bowls, roasted vegetables and chicken . . . scrumptious fare.
At long last it’s time to step up and begin our journey. It’s a time of apprehension and hopeful anticipation. Day one will bring our first challenge: eating out. Along with that will come the adventure of grocery shopping in an actual whole food market. We’re ready to do this!