Monday, December 17, 2012
So I've been a little out of my groove this past week. I've been waking up feeling hung over, even if I haven't had anything to drink. My food choices outside of my home have been less than ideal. And I know I'm not moving as much as I should. On the other hand, I've been pretty darned good, too.
But I don't feel good, so it's time to take stock.
I think this week lots of little bits started to add up to some "old me" creeping back in. I was really starting to like the "new me," so this blog is my attempt to think about what I'm doing, and combat the old me creep.
It all started on Weds, when the scale said I'd gained a pound (which, I'm fairly certain, was due to water retention related to my "time of month"). That night was the party I was dreading (the one that actually went quite well).
The party that night opened the door to flavors and ingredients I'd gotten out of my system: white dinner rolls, cheesecake, and wine. Until that night, my system was very clean.
Then, Friday, I helped myself to a cookie (just one) at my knitting party ... before heading to a friend's jewellery party where I had two chocolate mint martinis and a mini meatball sandwich (again, on a white dinner roll).
Saturday, another knitting party, and a spiked eggnog and glass of wine, with a few more cookies.
Sunday, another cookie and slice of pizza at my knitting circle, followed green curry pork at a local Thai restaurant (with brown rice).
Aside from those indulgences, I've been eating pretty well, and I even managed to stay within my nutrition ranges for the most part. On paper, it doesn't look so bad.
In my body, though, it does feel bad. It feels really bad. Taking stock, here's what I reintroduced to my body this week:
* white bread and white flour. For the first 5 weeks, I had substituted lots of other yummy grains for bread, and didn't miss it. After that dinner roll on Wednesday, though, I bought a loaf of multi-grain bread at the farmer's market to eat with my morning veggie/eggs. The bread seems to make me tired.
* sugary desserts. For the first 5 weeks, I had very little sugar, and almost no desserts. Suddenly, this week I started to have one a day, and I wake up every day with a headache. Another SP blogged about having a "sugar hangover" and I think that's been happening to me.
* alcohol. I do enjoy a drink, but I think I've reached a point in my life where 1 will suffice. Just one, to savor and enjoy. I really don't need any more than that. Also, I've had alcohol 3 days this week, where in the previous 5 weeks it was only about once a week. I need to get back to that once a week.
None of this week's little alterations were life-threatening, and none amounted to a binge. But they all added up to a persistent headache and feeling of grogginess. My body is telling me it really prefers the healthier habits I'd embraced in my first month on SP. If my body is going to go to this much trouble to talk to me, I'm going to listen.
Ok! I really don't need the bread and sugar, and I'm fine with one drink, one night a week.
Okay, body? Do we have a deal?
Great ... Onward!