I had big dreams when I “retired” from my out-of-home career that I would become more amazingly fit and healthy than I had ever been. I started going to yoga. I continued running. I swam, I went to spin (a few times), I even started to contemplate meditation to complete my mind / body / spirit transformation. And through all this, after several months of “being at home” (which I never am) – I am still the same weight and physique.
So let’s be honest. I have a love affair with food. Good food. And good (sometimes great) wine. I’m not a habitual McDonalds eater or a big bag of Doritos girl (although I do enjoy Cool Ranch every now and then). I love succulent, rich , indulgent foods like pasta with my husbands amazing pesto cream sauce and prosciutto accompanied by the most taste-bud-exploding glass of Cabernet you can buy at the Kroger on a Wednesday night. I love short ribs, butter sauces, and hazelnut creamer in my perfect cup of Nespresso my husband makes for me every morning. (Yes I’m so insanely spoiled – my husband is amazing and cooks and brings my coffee to me. But back to food.). Food is emotion for me. It is comfort. It is happiness. It is the pat on the back at the end of a long day as I sip that ruby red vino. My parents love food, my husband loves food, my kids love food. Food is how I connect with people. We host Thanskgiving for 40 and Sunday dinners (the old fashioned mid- afternoon meal that lasts for hours).
For me …. Food is love
I hate finding something to wear to a big event. I hate tight pants and uncomfortable bra straps. (Sorry- this is called honesty). I hate trying on clothes in a store. That’s why I signed up for Stitch Fix and now I’ve even come to dread that box of goodies delivered to my door. And let’s not even talk about shorts. I hate shorts.
So for what seems the one-millionth time, I asked myself – what are you going to DO about this?? This is ridiculous. I run half marathons but can’t control my food intake. I ran a multi-million dollar company but I can’t manage my waistline? What is the problem?
Well, according to Whole30 – it’s sugar. Processed foods with sugar of all forms. I’m addicted. And I tend to believe it.
So I’m on day 3 of a Whole30. If you don’t know what it is, I encourage you to go to The whole30 website and investigate.
I’m eating clean. I have not cheated. (Honestly- I have always cheated on every diet or program I’ve ever done). So far I’m feeling good. Today (Friday) I struggled as I mourned the loss of my wine. Friday night wine – oh how I love thee. But my (amazing) husband is taking the plunge with me and even ate cauliflower tonight without gagging. Bless his heart.
I am committed to ending my affair with food and embarking on a more healthy relationship. (Like the one I have with my amazing husband) I know 30 days won’t fix a lifetime of love and hate but it’s a good start in the right direction.