Day 3 - I quit.
So, this time around on the Whole30, things are really not going well. I thought that eating healthier would help me get better faster, but the extreme nature of this diet is a shock to anyone's system - couple that with the giant incision I'm still trying to heal and the loss of my entire reproductive system and apparently it's a recipe for disaster. Believe me, I understand that there are many unfortunate side effects when your body is detoxing and I also understand that you're supposed to power through it to get to the other side. I'm not powering through this. End of story. I've had more hot flashes than normal, a constant and insatiable hunger, and debilitating anxiety. In short, about 1 p.m. yesterday I lost my will to live (no exaggeration) and promptly realized that whatever benefits might come from seeing the Whole30 through, did not outweigh whatever rejection my body was experiencing.
I'm allowing myself to have grains and beans. I've already taken a detailed food sensitivity test and know that I do not have reactions to these food groups. Ian is going to continue to follow the program as closely as possible. I'm still abstaining from corn, soy, alcohol, dairy, preservatives, artificial flavorings, junk food, fast food, and added sugar. The whole point of this exercise was to feel better, not to add stress and fall apart. With the addition of grains yesterday and this morning, I am feeling like a new person.
Tomorrow, I'm getting out the house to go visit a friend and go swimming for the first time since the operation. I use the term swimming loosely. It will probably be more standing and floating, but I am so happy to get back in the water!
Creating my own sunshine 🌞