About 2.5 months after Maggie was born, I wrote about post-partum no man's land.
It's been 6.5 months since Rosie was born. I expected to enter no man's land again, but I did NOT expect to be there for this long. Dude. So long.
Some of my clothes still don't fit. Many of them technically fit, but just nowhere close to the way I want them to. I have yet to start exercising with any kind of regularity. My energy levels are lackadaisical, and entirely dependent on coffee and diet dr. pepper. I have a serious dearth of self-control and around 9pm, I often find myself on the sofa, cuddling with a carton of Blue Bell. And, guys, I'm kind of cranky about it. I can't even talk to you about the numbers on the scale. Just, no. No, no. Ugh.
Somethings got to give.
I've done Weight Watchers with moderate success several times, and I've been thinking for like, 5 months, that I should probably just do it again. But my motivation is seriously lacking. So all I've done is think about it. And feel guilty about it. But, shockingly, thinking/feeling guilty doesn't ACTUALLY result in any health improvement, energy increase, or weight loss. WHO KNEW!
So a couple of weeks ago, I started thinking about doing a Whole30. Because it sounded new and exciting, and I liked the idea of such CLEAR guidelines and the idea of committing hardcore for 30 days. Only 30 days! Because I have several friends who've done it and really liked it, and because I liked the idea of trying to quit my terrible sweet-treat habits, and my long-standing love affair with delicious, fizzy, diet, caffeinated beverages. And then, in a completely out-of character move, I actually did something about it. Yesterday was day one. I actually started something and have stuck with it for TWO ENTIRE DAYS.
I'll be signing autographs later.
For 30 whole, entire days, no sugar, no alcohol, no dairy, no grains, no legumes, no to almost all pre-packaged and restaurant foods, and no diet dr. pepper.
NO DIET DR PEPPER. *sob*
If I survive this, I expect to look like Scarlett Johanssen at the end of it. Wish me luck.