Whole30, Day [something a long time ago] – Day 19

Hi. It’s day 19. I don’t remember the last time I updated, but I’m pretty sure it was somewhere around day 5. Whoops. So much for daily food logging, huh?

To be perfectly honest, I’ve been really, really enjoying not keeping track of every morsel. I’ve been doing my best to follow the Whole30 template (the trouble lies in the post-workout snack – I don’t do that. I tried, but it was a post-WO fail). The biggest success so far is that I feel as though I’m making big strides in changing my relationship with food. I don’t think I’ve lost any weight, my minor skin issues aren’t really any better, and my clothes aren’t exactly hanging off me – but I don’t really care. My body will catch up to what I’m trying to do. And, really, if a size 2/4 is the smallest I can get now, if this is the smallest my body is comfortable being, that’s perfectly fine. I don’t need to fit into my old clothes. I’ll buy new clothes!

Such healthy body positivity happening right now. Can you tell I’ve been reading all the blogs?

So anyway. Let’s talk about food. Food is important. Here are some of the most photogenic examples of my meals over the past two weeks:


As you can see, there are a lot of sweet potatoes happening. I generally eat 1/2-1 sweet potato per day, because, according to the forums, active humans, especially those who are female, can never have enough sweet potato in their lives. There are never enough sweet potatoes. It’s imperative that I eat all the sweet potatoes. Also, they are filling and delicious. I like microwaving them and eating them with a little ghee and salt, or cutting them up and adding them to my morning breakfast hash.

There is a rogue butternut squash in there, too, and yes, I do enjoy my cruciferous veggies. Brussels sprouts are back in season! I love the fall!

I’m also a big fan of Melissa Joulwan’s cauliflower rice pilaf – I’ve made that twice in the past two weeks, and it lasts at least a few days. I usually (no surprise here) have salmon for dinner. I love a good baked salmon en papillote, but I’ve recently taking to coating my salmon in onion- and garlic-related spice mixes and a little almond flour and pan-frying it. It’s so, so good. I love cooking.


Also, fried eggs. I just recently mastered the art of the fried egg. I like to balance a fried egg atop a breakfast hash, but I’ll also eat it separately. I started off frying them in ghee, but transitioned to coconut oil because I feel like it’s probably a little better for me than ghee (but I absolutely adore ghee). The trick to the effective fried egg is this: make sure the pan is hot enough that the oil sizzles, and crack the egg with force and confidence so as not to shake the egg and break the yolk. I still sometimes break the yolk. The egg is usually still delicious, but not as fun as one with a runny yolk.

I don’t know that I’ve had the “tiger blood” that supposedly kicks in around this time. I wouldn’t describe my energy as “boundless.” I think I’ve been sleeping better, because I know I’ve been dreaming more often than usual. I feel like I’m getting stronger – I did some of my circuits yesterday using 10-lb. weights instead of 5. Nothing extraordinary, though.

So, no huge improvements, but I really like my food – that has to count for something, right? Right.


Whole30, Days 4 and 5.

Welp, I made it through the fourth and fifth days without anything traumatic happening. Today was apparently the first day of “kill all the things,” but nothing suffered except a near-empty jar of coconut butter. The same fate belied a similarly filled jar of cashew butter yesterday. I vow from this day forward to avoid procuring delicious things that can be eaten directly out of the jars in which they are contained. I mean, unless they call to me, in which case all bets are off. I’m looking at you, cashew butter. I’ll be back for you.

Otherwise, the past few days have been comprised of fun and eventful cooking experiences. Yesterday, I made my very first breakfast hash. Today, I made my second breakfast hash, quite similar to the first, except omitting the sweet potato in favor of leftover butternut squash and kale instead of spinach. I’ll be honest: while today’s breakfast was scrumptious, yesterday’s was better. I’m still working on my egg-frying technique, but I feel like that’s just a good excuse to have another hash for breakfast tomorrow.

Lunches have been somewhat unexciting. I usually do salads for lunch, but the past few days have been leftovers. Not terribly thrilling, although it’s sort of exciting to use the microwave at work, mostly because it involves me getting up from my desk and going upstairs to the kitchen. My life is thrilling.

Dinner. I get so creative with the dinners. Last night’s was unexpectedly tasty: I made Mexican cauliflower rice (I made up the recipe! The secret: lots of cumin), heated up some shredded chicken from my Whole Foods rotisserie chicken, added some pico de gallo and spicy guacamole from Trader Joe’s, and that was dinner. Oh, and I broke up some compliant plantain chips and mixed those in there, too. It was super fast and quite a treat. That was lunch today, too. Tonight’s dinner was not as exciting (comprised mainly of leftovers), but made me happy as well.

The unfortunate thing is, my tummy has not been very pleased with me for the past week or so. I can only assume it’s detox-related, or because of the cashew butter that kept making its way onto my hapless spoon, but I’d really like it if it ceased being problematic.

True to form, I was sleepy again yesterday afternoon and took an hour-long nap when I got home from work, but I wasn’t tempted to do that today. I even cleaned the apartment this morning after I got home from the gym! Progress.

Otherwise, my workouts have been improving – largely because I’m so sleepy in the morning I can mostly tune out while running, so I make it through four miles without much awareness (and therefore, fewer mental battles: “I only need to do two miles today… I’m bored… I can stop at one and a half…”). My Jillian circuits are also fine – I’ve noticed that No More Trouble Zones (my favorite) is easy again, which means I’m in comparable shape to where I was last October/November.

Full disclosure: The plantain chips are sitting next to me on the couch right now. I’m going to, ahem, get rid of the few remaining chips so they don’t tempt me with their utter… chip-ness.

On to Day 6!… The plantain chips are gone now.

Whole30, Days 1-3.

So. Hi. I’ve been doing some Whole30-ing. It’s currently Day 3, although I’ve been doing this for about two weeks. Explain? Sure.

A friend of mine, who lives on the East Coast, let me know he would be visiting San Francisco. He told me a few weeks ago, while I was still planning on a September 1 start date for Whole30, and he was here last week, so I had to move my start date back a few days. But I was so excited to start Whole30 after Perricone that I… did. I basically did a Whole8 (8/26-9/3). I then took a few days to properly recover from my friend’s visit and started the “official” Whole30 on Saturday… although to be fair, Friday was also Whole30 compliant. That’s how I roll.

Anyway. Now that you have the background…

This official round of Whole30 is not as easy and enjoyable as the first. I think I got a little too comfortable making omelets stuffed with everything in the fridge for breakfasts and my tastebuds have acclimated. This morning, I made my very first paleo breakfast scramble. It had two eggs, and some sweet potato (my love affair with sweet potato continues), ground beef (grass-fed!) and lamb (my next love affair will be with lamb), and… some other things. Ghee! Ghee is amazing. Let me ask, is it “djee” or “gee”? Hard “g” or soft? I have no clue how to pronounce it and have to resort to calling it “clarified butter.” It’s either that or pointing and grunting.

Anyway, I’m posting all my Whole30 meals on Instagram if you want to follow me. Warning: They’re not all pretty. I’m usually more concerned with shoveling the food directly into my mouth rather than making it look presentable. I also think that’s totally reasonable.

I actually had a pretty exciting dinner, too. I made paleo pesto (my own “recipe”… err, random assembling of basil and things and borrowing my roommate’s immersion blender) and combined it with spaghetti squash and salmon and mushrooms. I also roasted some cauliflower and heated up a sweet potato with some ghee. I feel like I’m eating all the things, so it’s a good thing I go to the gym most days.

It’s Day 3. How do I feel? Sleepy. According to today’s email, that’s normal. My tummy is also not super pleased with me, but I suspect it’s because I got into the cashew and coconut butters last night (they’re like crack, especially together. Do not put them together, you will lose all sense of good and evil). I had a somewhat decent workout this morning, although I only ran three miles in addition to my three Jillian Michaels circuits, and I really would’ve preferred four miles. Perhaps tomorrow. I hope this sleepy stuff goes away quickly – my classes started last Thursday and I have homework due Sunday that I still haven’t started. Whoopsies. Here’s my motto: Procrastinate now! Don’t put it off!

Alright. I’m sleepy. It’s 8:45, so obviously that means it’s time for bed.

Why I like working part time: Friday morning.

I’ve been working at a temporary job this summer. For the past few months, it’s been full-time; however, my hours were just reduced to part-time. Despite the resulting lack of full-time pay, I’m really, really enjoying all this new-found time. I’ll demonstrate how my day has gone so far today:

4:50 am: Woke up, well-rested, because I’d had plenty of time yesterday afternoon and had actually gone to bed at a reasonable time. Got ready for the gym. Had a cup of coffee.

5:45 am: Left for the gym. Felt awake. Ran the whole way (I usually start out running and then walk, or just walk – it’s all downhill and probably a little over a 1/2 mile, I usually just start walking because I’m still sleepy).

5:50 am: Arrived at the gym. Proceeded to have a fantastic workout: ran 3 miles, then did 3 circuits (plus warm-up/cool-down) of No More Trouble Zones.

7:00 am: Left the gym, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

7:15 am: Arrived at home. Fed and walked the pup. Took a shower and made myself halfway presentable.

8:15 am: Had more coffee and breakfast. Watched the Cosby Show. Cleaned the apartment – not typical weekday tidying, but serious Saturday morning cleaning.

10:45 am: Left for work.

Now. Allow me to draw your attention to all the things that I did before I left for work.

It’s sort of miraculous.

And I get to go home at 3:15 and… who knows? Maybe I will walk the dog, maybe I will take a nap… maybe I will watch more Cosby Show… maybe I will have a cup of coffee and do some online shopping (with money I don’t really have because I’m only working part-time now… oh. Flaw in the plan). Anyway. Yay, freedom!


At least I won’t attract any vampires!

I’m in the midst of the 28-day Perricone Prescription meal plan and was getting bored with my meals, so last night, I roasted some onions and tomatoes and garlic to jazz up my salads. Note: Roasted garlic is delicious. It’s also pungent. I have garlic oozing out of my pores. At least I’m not single and hoping to attract eligible men. OH WAIT, I AM. Good work, self.

Anyway. That’s about as exciting as my foodie adventures have been lately. I’ll be starting my first Whole30 stint in two weeks, and I’m pretty excited about it. I just ordered Well Fed (the cookbook that sort of accompanies it) and a slow cooker, so I’m ready. I mean. I’ll be ready in two weeks.

Perricone’s meal plan is working, though, as usual. I’m currently comfortably wearing a pair of jeans I haven’t been able to wear since February, so I’ll call that progress. I’d be satisfied with just sticking to this way of eating, but I really just want to experience this Whole30 thing for myself – I want to know if it benefits me to cut out grains and legumes and dairy, and if I have any food intolerances. The only thing I’m not looking forward to is not having stevia in my coffee in the morning, but I think I’ll live. If I continue with paleo/primal, that will be added back in. This I already know.

Meanwhile, the full-time job I’ve been working at since mid-May is transitioning back to part-time, so it should be interesting to see how good I am about staying active while I’m not working. I’d be excited about it, except for the whole smaller paycheck thing. One month and I’m back to school!

I’m really only half crazy.

I’ve been terribly, unforgivably inconsistent with updating the ol’ blog. I mean, it’s supposed to be a food blog – and besides that, a healthy food blog – yet, I haven’t been much into the cooking. That isn’t to say I haven’t been into the eating. It just hasn’t been super healthy until the past month or so. Now I’m back on the healthy foodie wagon.

I have a roommate these days. She’s pretty great – I found her on Craigslist and we get along really well (I get all the best stuff on Craigslist!). We just started going to Crunch together last week, where I started running again. Had I mentioned that I’d started running last year? I did – I got into running 3-4 miles a day probably 4-5 days a week, in addition to rotating my Jillian Michaels DVDs. All was going swimmingly until I went to Orlando for a business trip in November, located the hotel gym, got really excited about the fancy treadmill and ran 10 miles… and hurt myself. My right hamstring, to be exact. Now, I’m finally able to run without any pain or discomfort. So far, I can do 4 miles without any issues. And I’m a little faster than I was last year, even.

So I registered for my first half marathon (!).

I’ll be running the San Francisco Nike Women’s Half in October! Yes, for sure, because I registered as a student and students don’t have to do the random draw. w00t. I’m just looking forward to the finish line, where I’ll get a Tiffany necklace handed to me by the friendly firemen. Me likey.

Oh, and like magic (not really), I’m back in my size 0 work pants today. They’re a little snug, but they button! Baby steps.

Blame it on the…

So, listen. Or read. Obviously I’m not verbalizing any of this and none of you know me, so listening to what’s happening around you is going to distract you from reading. And this is important.

When did our generation decide that all social endeavors would take place around alcohol?

Is it that we’re uncomfortable being ourselves if we’re not a little inebriated? Is it that we can’t be around other people without some kind of liquid courage? Is it that our lives are that hard? I mean, we’re in our 20s. This is not that hard. This is the beginning of adulthood. If we feel we need to numb ourselves now, this early in the game, I think we’re probably doing it wrong.

I’m not being judgmental (well, maybe a little). I spent my early- to mid-20s in an entry level job that I hated, going to as many happy hours as I could fit into the week, and it was mostly because that was the only thing my coworkers and I had in common. Maybe that’s why this is such a prevalent social practice in my age group. We don’t know how to make friends otherwise.

Now, that would all be well and good, and I would continue to participate in it, if I hadn’t decided three years ago that I wanted to be healthier than I was (and skinnier, and in better shape, and… well, you know). I learned too much. I learned the calorie count in a vodka tonic (my favorite drink at the time), not to mention the brutal truth that alcohol is converted to sugar and makes you retain fat. Hot, right? Oh yeah, and it’s poison. Minor detail.

And then I learned, several times, that it’s really easy for me to gain all that weight back and really hard to get it to go away again. That’s been kind of an annoying recurring lesson.

It’s frustrating, because I have a lot of fun when I drink. Barriers are down. I’m a fairly straightforward person ordinarily, but I know when not to say things – it’s fun to let go of that for a little while. It’s fun to dance and not care if I look like an idiot, and it’s fun to flirt with boys and not over-think what I’m saying. But there must be another way to do that. There must be another way to meet new people on neutral ground without having pre-defined common interests. 

I don’t want my life to be about counting calories, and I don’t want to be that girl at the bar with a sparkling water, and I really want to both meet people (in person, not on the interwebs) and fit into my skinny jeans. Is there a solution to this? Have I just been hanging out with the wrong people?