Yeah, you read that right. When I fall off the wagon, I fall hard and on the way down I eat nitrate-filled meats and over-frosted cake. Damn you, co-worker, for getting pregnant and having a baby shower will all sorts of delicious, processed food.
If there is any good to be taken from this situation, my system was "detoxified" enough after nine days of clean eating for my binge-o-rama to have quite an effect. The afternoon was spent slumped over, moaning and hoping no one came into my office. Of course, I can't precisely pinpoint which food caused this because there were so many. (Did I not mention the punch, sour cream dip or cream cheese mints? Oops.)
The sad thing was, I didn't even care. Here's why. On Monday morning, after seven days of eating like a freaking rabbit, I stepped on the scale. This was going to be fantastic. Every night I'd gone to bed with my stomach feeling like it was eating itself, but the pay-off was going to be worth it. As the number flashed before my eyes I couldn't believe it. It was four pounds heavier than when I started. Four pounds. FOUR POUNDS! How is that even possible?
I didn't do this cleanse for the sole purpose of losing weight. The main goals were to get my sweet tooth back in check, ratchet up the weekly vegetable intake and feel better. But it would be a lie to say I didn't want to drop the last of the pregnancy weight. Once I saw that number, my resolve was gone.
So to answer the few who have inquired about the cleanse this week, there you go. I am still eating a few of the recipes and snacks because they were good enough to put in regular rotation. It also inspired me to find some new, healthier versions of my old recipes.
The weight loss thing will be handled by my fall-back method - getting up earlier to work out longer. After my hiatus, I also look forward to taking Trudy out running again. If I can just figure out how to run without peeing myself. That's another little post-pregnancy gem they don't tell you about when you're pregnant. One of the many.
If there is any good to be taken from this situation, my system was "detoxified" enough after nine days of clean eating for my binge-o-rama to have quite an effect. The afternoon was spent slumped over, moaning and hoping no one came into my office. Of course, I can't precisely pinpoint which food caused this because there were so many. (Did I not mention the punch, sour cream dip or cream cheese mints? Oops.)
The sad thing was, I didn't even care. Here's why. On Monday morning, after seven days of eating like a freaking rabbit, I stepped on the scale. This was going to be fantastic. Every night I'd gone to bed with my stomach feeling like it was eating itself, but the pay-off was going to be worth it. As the number flashed before my eyes I couldn't believe it. It was four pounds heavier than when I started. Four pounds. FOUR POUNDS! How is that even possible?
I didn't do this cleanse for the sole purpose of losing weight. The main goals were to get my sweet tooth back in check, ratchet up the weekly vegetable intake and feel better. But it would be a lie to say I didn't want to drop the last of the pregnancy weight. Once I saw that number, my resolve was gone.
So to answer the few who have inquired about the cleanse this week, there you go. I am still eating a few of the recipes and snacks because they were good enough to put in regular rotation. It also inspired me to find some new, healthier versions of my old recipes.
The weight loss thing will be handled by my fall-back method - getting up earlier to work out longer. After my hiatus, I also look forward to taking Trudy out running again. If I can just figure out how to run without peeing myself. That's another little post-pregnancy gem they don't tell you about when you're pregnant. One of the many.
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