I am now on day 5 of 60 and I have to say it is proving pretty easy to eat clean, that is after I made one slight crucial adjustment that stopped me from going almost insane with fatigue.
My insanity dvds have not arrived yet :( bad ebay seller, hopefully they will be here for next week.
Day one: my first day of the new diet, it was a good day mostly, despite not eating nearly enough (my fault not the diets). I had a protein shake for breakfast, managed to throw down some low fat cottage cheese at about 2pm and then a peice poached fish and steamed broccoli for dinner- a total of about 800calories- not nearly enough I know. I had snacks and salad for lunch all prepared I just didnt get time to stop. Monday is my biggest work day of the week, my shift is normally 11-12 hours long without a break so I was lucky I even got to get the cottage cheese down, despite this I didnt really feel hungry- perhaps the mammoth 4 litres of water I consumed had something to do with that (lucky I have a nurses bladder). By 4pm I am tired, could be the lack of sugar, could be the lack of caffeine, it could just be a massive day running at work.
Day two: struggle struggle struggle to keep my eyes open at work, could it be that my body really misses my one cup of coffee a day that much? I usually only have one cup of coffee a day, no sugar and a dash of non fat milk, I usually have it about 10am just before the rush of of post-op patients begins. Nothing on the diet plan actually says no caffeine, I just assumed that it was a nono so have gone without, can one cup of coffee be that bad for me? The thought of facing an hour session with my pt this afternoon without some help scares me when I feel as flat as I do. I have my coffee and wouldnt you know it, I am like the energiser bunny and smash out an hour with my pt, one of the hardest but rewarding sessions I have done. Never ever will I be without you my one a day coffee- you complete me. I am still following the golden rule of the diet- no sugar- no processed food, but life without coffee is no life at all.
Day three: I enter day three with 2 hours sleep under my belt, hubby to be's RA decided to make its presence known by giving him screaming pain in his wrists all night long. Spent the night caring for him. Dam rheumatoid I hate you. We have dinner at a friends house, I freak out a little because I dont want to undo my hard work but at the same time have no control over the menu. They make a lovely seafood rissotto and salad, all of which was devine. I portioned myself out only three tablespoons of risotto and the rest salad. Dinner was beautiful but I felt so bloated afterwards, I am almost certain that it was the gluten as it's the first gluten Ive had over the past three days where as I have had dairy with no problems.
Day Four:
Eating this way is becoming really easy, I realised today that I dont actually miss any foods that I was having before, I havent been tempted to binge or stray as I normally do a few days in and still feeling really motivated to keep going. Another hour session with my pt leaves me pleasently exhausted. Yes personal trainers are expensive but it is money well spent, he pushes me harder and harder each session and without him I wouldnt have come as far with my fitness as I have. Each session is spent doing a combo of pylometric exercises, cardio and weights with little to no rest, you can almost feel every cell burning fat when you finish. I signed up for bootcamp today, starting next monday- three one hour sessions a week for 4 weeks, I am looking forward to it.
Day Five:
Again another easy day and it's friday- woot woot! I have a visit to the osteo planned for tomorrow morning and then I am going to hit the red arrow (a walking/running trail known for its hundreds of stairs) and then go to gym and try and exercise my abs so much it will hurt to breathe. I have been contemplating over the week whether or not I should weigh myself, part of me says no because I am not really focused on a goal weight as I dont have to much weight to lose and intend on adding some pretty mean muscle. The other side of my brain wants to see something reflecting my hard work staring back at me and there for weighing myself seems logical. I decide to hop on the scales and they are dead...not just battery dead, dead-dead. I figure it's a sign I shouldnt weigh myself and have decided not until the end of the challenge.
Three of Five of my bridesmaids are doing the diet with me and so far everyone is going really well. We all struggled with the no coffee thing and as such have made it our one naughty little extra- well worth it I think, the world could do with 4 less angry faitgued caffeine-less ladies. The other two bridesmaids encourage us as they are both pregnant- I get to have two beautiful little babies to cuddle at our wedding.
Well I am off to scull a litre of water as I have fallen short of the 3 litres required each day.
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