…Since I’ve given up eating refined carbohydrates. The decision to follow the Paleo diet was placed temporarily on hold while I competed in last weekend’s Thunder Run. Understandably, I didn’t want to test the effect of giving up refined carbs at a 24 hour endurance event.
Having said that, in the few days leading up to the event I did abstain temporarily and only re-started the carbohydrate intake on the journey up to Derbyshire.
Magnum Mint, yum (thank you for asking – and yes, it was worth it ;o)
Since last Monday, I have been very good indeed. So thought now would be a good time to reflect on the initial impression of the diet.
It’s probably worth saying at this point that bread was my favourite food ever. Well, along with beetroot and mushrooms and carrots (best we ignore that bit though).
Toast made from freshly baked bread, sliced thickly, unctuous with lashings of butter and home made jam. Two slices was never enough. I could eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and countless snacks in-between. Mmmmm, toast.
But maybe the key to my weight problem is just that, two slices was never enough. Regularly I didn’t stop at two. It became four, or six and would still leave enough room for more.
Although I know this habit was killing me, ironically my biggest fear was how to live without it.
We’ve settled into a routine. Breakfast a combination of bacon and eggs (sourced from the local butcher), mushrooms and beetroot (home grown – yay). Scrambled, baked, dry fried, omletted.
Lunch is a choice of salads and chicken or cottage cheese (until Alan pulled a yucky face); fish and steamed vegetables; a hurrah for the shop microwave.
Dinner is a mix of the above just with more cooking options. We’ve never eaten the same meal twice.
The first few days I felt rotten. Absolutely no energy, lethargic, leaving work early because I could barely sit on my chair. But then gradually, almost without noticing, I started to come out of the fog. First, I had a session with the personal trainer. The ladder run much improved from the previous week and an extra set of reps on the conditioning exercises. I even asked for heavier weights (and hopefully learned to keep my mouth shut in future)! The next day I managed a 4.5 mile run. The day after that a 12 mile cycle and 5k run. The day after that a sprint triathlon. Wow.
But I’ve also started to notice other stuff. Saying no is easier. I’ve turned away cake; flapjack; chocolate; biscuits and ignored the food selections at various cafes without a pang of regret. The feeling of nausea that has followed me around like a faithful companion has gone. Interestingly, once off the wagon at the weekend it came back almost instantaneously but has since disappeared again. I’ve woken up hungry but been satisfied throughout the day. I’ve experienced none of the shakes, sweats and spikes of adrenaline I’ve been used to in the last few years.
No hunger, no secret eating and so, most importantly, no guilt. After struggling with eating for so long, I feel free.
The changes have come about instinctively. It feels natural and so much easier than I could ever have hoped. So, at the moment, I’m a convert.
but, at this stage it’s still a leap of faith. I have no idea yet if dedication will result in the desired weight loss. An initial 2lb off at the scales last Thursday indicates that it may be working but I’ll have to be patient to confirm.
But I definitely feel better and that has to be a very good start.