I decided to cut out what I suspected were my 3 trigger foods for the month of January: sugar, dairy, and grains. During the week, I only got sugar from fruits and veggies and skipped dairy and grains all together. I still allowed myself 2 unrestricted meals on the weekends because a date night and a friendship brunch are weekly necessities for my mental well-being. And dammit, it's the weekend.
The first few days of January, I felt like I was going through withdrawals. I guess I was. Remarkably, I felt less like a living baguette after about a week. Then my skin started clearing up. Then I dropped 5 pounds. As I started feeling better, the cravings subsided, my mood evened out, and even my anxiety eased up a bit. Food science is way cool.
Flash forward. This is the first week of February and the first week I started sprinkling in a tiny bit of bread and sugar during the week. I haven't been missing dairy at all (until I find myself fantasizing about ice cream and cheese). Anyway, this week, my skin basically smacked me in the face. It was the physical equivalent of my pores screaming, this bitch just doesn't learn! So, I think I'm back on the wagon.
I went into high school not realizing I was chubby (#babyfat4dayz) and kind of wished I'd stayed in that oblivious headspace, because once the realization sunk in, I became super restrictive with my diet. My weight dropped, I started getting cast in bigger parts, and I felt more social, which probably led to having more friends. But, at the time, those were my driving motives, not being healthy. I eventually found a happier medium, but as adult, I've been cautious about being too cautious. That said, January's weekday/weekend experiment worked well for me. And that's really what it's about: figuring out your body, eating well in a way that's sustainable for you, and just feeling better.
Keep on keeping on,
SRD.
