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whole30 recap: change your life in unexpected ways

I walked by the book It Starts With Food yesterday and realize I have been shirking my duties in writing a Whole30 experience recap. I was particularly struck by the tagline “Change Your Life in Unexpected Ways” because that is exactly what this experience did.  I have outlined some of those ways in my previous post, but I want to be more specific and complete in this post.

Shockingly, the biggest takeaway from the Whole30 was that Mr. Prepared and I grew a little bit more into sync with each other again.  After a brutal winter ski resort season in which EVERYTHING was new, compounded by moving across the country, moving from an apartment to a house in the fall, and all the stress that comes with everything being NEW (jobs, doctors, schools, etc.), we were SHELLED.  We were tired, irritable, unhappy, anxious people.  And the only person each of us could vent to was the other.  We had no in-person support system (we are working on it and the network is improving!) at first, so the tears, the frustration, and the stress were often directed at each other.  This experience was the first fulfilling, long-term “project” we have worked on together in a long time.  We are healthier and happier people as a result of this “commitment”, and we are finding our ways of growing into this community, seeking out people and opportunities that enrich our lives personally and as a family.

While Mr. Prepared has been bulletproof in sticking with the Whole30 principles, I have slacked here and there on some things.  But you know what?  Everything I thought I missed so much isn’t really all that great.  Cheese? Meh.  Yummy Greek yogurt? It was OK.  I haven’t even gone back to bread or grain products- I really don’t miss them at all.  (OK, other than beer.  I had a few beers.  Yes, they were good, but I don’t have time for beer right now!)  So I imagine that most of those “needs” we make up in our mind about foods we “couldn’t live without” are just truly in our mind.  Food is so closely tied to emotion and memory for me that I know I still have some mental work before me to get these things a little more in line with “normal” emotional attachments to food.

Unfortunately, I have become a food freak.  By freak  I mean that I have gotten on my soapbox more than a few times, and even muttered under my breath at dinner the other night that the American agricultural industry is trying to kill us (what?  It’s probably true.)  My stance about food is a little too extreme for most people, and that is a dangerous combination with my work as a personal trainer.  I am toning it down A LOT for clients, but if anyone really engages me in food conversation, they are bound to get an earful.  I am sure it will all turn out to be bogus in the end and you can have the last laugh. But until then…you have been warned.

But what you really wanna know are the stats, right?  You want to know if it WORKS.  Everyone can define this differently, especially since it isn’t a “diet”.  I had been told there was a magical, mystical Whole30 land where you could have boundless energy and sleep like a princess.  I also secretly wanted to look ripped like one of those Crossfit competitors.  If those were the showing that it “works”, then no, I didn’t start eating unicorn rocket fuel or photo-shopping my mirror.  Here’s what happened:

  • Sleep.  I have slept like crap pretty much since we moved.  When we started Whole 30, I was sleeping about 4-6 hours a night.  I knew I would NEVER make it through training for a half-Ironman on 4-6 hours of sleep a night.  I get sleep now.  I get very nice, rested sleep.  I can go back to sleep if I wake up.  This was HUGE.
  • Smell. About the fourth day in, we woke up and rolled over and I realized we didn’t “smell” like night sweating and restless sleep.  We didn’t smell at all practically.  I had pretty terrible night sweats up until I started this (more on that another time) and they are pretty diminished now.  We also both recognized more healthy levels of sweating while exercising, whereas before I don’t think we were sweating enough.
  • Thirst sensitivity.  I could tell when I was actually thirsty instead of forcing myself to drink a required amount of water in the day.  Since there a little controversy over “how much liquid is enough/too much” I figure improved thirst signals meant I was headed in the right direction.
  • Weird aches and pains.  Mr. Prepared has had an ache on the outside of his knee since oh, 2011.  He reports no more ache.
  • Bowel movements.  C’mon, we are all adults!  To sum it up: before=not regular.  Now=regular.  If you need details, try it yourself. 😉
  • Eye of the tiger.  I may be dramatizing this a little.  I had a bike power test on Day 18 of the Whole 30.  Many sources said that your workouts will feel flat the first 2 weeks, and they did.  But I swear that as I got ready for that bike test, I could feel and access a bunch of energy for it.  Maybe I just did a really good job of psyching myself up for the test, but maybe it was Whole30?  Anyhow, crushed the bike test!
  • And for you scale slaves… OK, I admit I was a scale slave too before Whole30.  Part of Whole30 is that you can’t weigh yourself for the 30 days.  I had to have Mr. Prepared hide the scale.  That was pretty revealing.  I had lost and re-gained the same 6 pounds 3 times since New Year’s prior to Whole30.  I was fairly obsessed.  Not so much anymore.  I am down 7 pounds.  Mr. Prepared is down about 15.  Also 2% body fat for me.

We changed our lives in expected and unexpected ways.  We are trying to keep in line with the Paleo thing for now (this is much trickier, as the slope is more slippery), and get the kids more on board.  My main goal in the next 10 weeks is figuring out racing and training nutrition that fits within the scope of racing efficiently and eating well.  Tomorrow is my first big volume day (5 hours!), so we will see how it goes.

If you have any Whole30 insight you want to share, please do in the comments!

 

 

 

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cleaning out the pipes

Mr. Prepared declared last week…Halloween week…to be THE week to cleanse. Logical, isn’t it?  It’s like deciding to stop drinking while you’re visiting your in-laws for the holidays.  Love that guy.

Mr. Prepared never does anything the way it SHOULD be done anyways, so I should expect anything different.  You know, most people when they start running, they do a couple of 5ks, maybe a 10k, half-marathon, etc.  There’s natural progression.  Not Mr. Prepared.  He just rolls straight into ultramarathon.  OK, I take it back.  He did one 25k first.  But after that?  50 miles, 50k (he claims this is too short), 100 miles, 100k, it’s just gotta be F’in far.  That’s been the real challenge here in the Midwest, finding stuff that’s gonna be far enough.  I have a Pinterest board on it though, so we are getting all set up realllll goood.

So anyways, last month we did the whole no alcohol thing for a few weeks, a little liver cleanse.  Worked out really well, we should have kept going, but we didn’t and we just. need. to. move. on.  But oh, no.  Mr. Prepared has a couple of beers and one night of bad Chinese food and we are officially CLEANSING.  Five minutes later, he’s on Google and asking me if mesquite is really the superfood that 2 yahoos in a Youtube video are trying to convince him it is.  Until about 5 years ago, I thought mesquite was a just a flavor you could add to BBQ sauce and Duraflame logs, so um…yah?  Go for it?

He implodes on his Google search about 15 minutes later, and I steer the ship toward a very doable sounding 48 hour cleanse.  I bought a juicer for it, even.  Well, I had a coupon and it was on clearance, so it came in pretty cheap and I had visions of making all these yummy (but NUTRITIOUS!) juices for our family- I still hold on to that vision!- so I bought it.

Cleanse begins, and the juicer is a hit.  Then I tell him he needs to prepare all his food to go to work.  And to make some tea because there is no coffee on a cleanse.  The creases in his brow get deeper.  I take the kids to school and he sets himself up, and me too, because he is a really nice guy despite the bad rap he gets sometimes from me.  Everything is going fine for me until about 3 PM, when I am trying to throw a bunch of vegetables together to make a stock which is supposed to be our dinner.  And I think, I don’t want to eat veggie stock for dinner.  I want what I am making the kids.  And while I am at it, I’ll have some Pirate Booty.  And thus, the cleanse was done for me.  Not even 12 hours.  I know.

Long story short, he eats the veggie broth, but he is casting furtive glances at our food.  He goes to bed and moans about how hungry he is and how terrible his run after work was until he falls asleep.  Wakes up, still hungry, a little grumpy, and then…I throw him under the bus.

Me: I do have a little time today for lunch if you want to meet…O wait! You’re cleansing!  Forget it.

It took him about 4 milliseconds to tell me he was done with the stupid cleanse and that he would meet me at 11:30.

But now that Halloween has passed, I think we might have to give it another try.  I think we can make it at least 36 hours this time. 😉

moving, michigan, and more

…so much more.  Seriously, as I wrote up that race report in my last post, I knew change was on the horizon.  We drove home from GJ and I imagined that it might be my last drive through the mesas as we headed home.  Since then, the past 3 weeks have been a blur.

Tomorrow, Mr. Prepared leaves to take on his new job as the GM of Mt. Brighton, a little ski mountain outside metro Detroit (yes, Detroit) in Michigan.  He is going to commute back and forth for a while this summer, and I will stay here in Colorado to sell the house, pack up our things (or supervise the packing of said things- YAY!), and be with the kids.  It’s all been a bit of a whirlwind.  People’s reactions have really run the gamut, from those who give the perfunctory “congratulations” to the people who look at you like you must be mad.  Those people are my favorite, because you can see the fear that motivates them to act that way.  Fear of change.  Fear of new experiences.  Fear of humidity, Midwesterners, or whatever they are thinking of when they screw up their faces in a ball and say, “Why would you leave?” or the sometimes more polite, “Are you ready for this?”  To which my answer would be a resounding “Hell YEAH!”

Yes, I am sad to leave our friends and everything we know here.  No, I don’t really want to leave the mountains of Colorado.  Yes, I love the school the girls attend.  Yes, I like teaching at CMC. But do I crave new experiences and new opportunities? Yes.  Would I try just about anything? Of course. I mean, hell, I did a barre exercise class last week, people.  I took off my shoes (and my feet were stinky!) and did first position, second position, some stuff I don’t even know.  Maybe that was not on the scale of pulling up roots and moving clear across the country to a metropolitan area, but still.  Ballet and I have not exactly had an intimate history heretofore.

Change is good and healthy for everyone.  And how lucky are we to have this beautiful, miraculous opportunity to do something amazing and new?  I can only hope that everyone has the opportunity to embrace changes in their own lives in the way that our family will here in the near future.  Don’t run from change- run toward it!

Change-yourself-quote

 

a tale of two runs…

So this weekend marked the 1 month countdown to my first half-marathon, an event which I was excited about doing this early in the season for several reasons.  One, if I want to do a half-Ironman triathlon this summer, I am going to have to run a half-marathon at the end of it, so I figured it would be good to get really cozy with this distance as soon as possible. Second, we got this beast of a dog around Thanksgiving (her name is Daisy, but everyone calls her Supermodel) and she needs a good amount of exercise, and she loves to run.  So why not train to do a half-marathon?

Today’s schedule called for a simple 12-mile run, just for “time on the legs”.  (Coach Evil Genius and I started back up this week and apparently she ain’t playing around).  We were at my sister’s house, and I was procrastinating, not really wanting to wind my way around a town with which I am not intimately familiar in the heavy snow for 12 miles.  My husband and sister suggested I head out on the road out toward Buffalo Pass but keep going straight until I reached the private school, about 5 miles in.  So finally I started out, running from Spring Creek trailhead on the road, feeling OK.  At the turn  to Buff Pass, I turned right with all the traffic and started out along a flattish road, which eventually turned into a steeper road.  And a snowier road.  Until I got about 4 miles into the run, looked at the top of Buff Pass and realized I had gone the completely wrong way.  Which would explain all the damn hills that I thought my husband and sister had just been underestimating for my benefit to get me out of the house.

Which led me to Lesson #1 for the day:  When someone is giving you directions, you should pay attention to what they’re saying.

To make matters worse, I realized that my stomach was kind of cramping.  Pretty badly.  On a low traffic road, but with snow drifts about 4 feet high on each side.

Which led me to Lesson #2 for the day:  ALWAYS go to the bathroom BEFORE you start running.  ALWAYS.

So by the time I got back to the car, I was doing a serious “dance” and I jumped into the car and booked it out of the trailhead.  I roared home in time, and after, I unleashed a barrage of blame on Mr. Prepared– about not reminding me to go to the bathroom, about wearing the wrong socks, and about how stupid ultramarathons, marathons, half-marathons, and generally any running over a 10k is.  I told him I was quitting the race (he’s running the marathon) and that I never wanted to talk about doing a half-Ironman again.  Which pretty much precipitated our hasty exit out of Steamboat.

As we rolled home to Eagle in the Land Yacht, I started to relax and fiddled with my iPhone, reading my emails and whatnot.  I came across this post from my favorite blogger, Swim Bike Mom.

Which led to Lesson #3 for the day:  I cannot let fear make decisions for me. 

Part of my agitation all day was the fear that I couldn’t even run for 2 hours, or even 1:30.  Everyone says to me, “Oh, did you run like 10 miles today?”  but the truth is I had never even run 10 miles before. But I couldn’t (and can’t) let the fear of something I had never done before rule my decision-making process.  There will be a lot of things in my life that I have never done before, if I am lucky.

I turned to Taylor and asked if I could finish my workout when I got home.  I figured I had about 30 minutes more if I just needed “time on legs”, as the Buff Pass debacle hadn’t really afforded me good mileage coverage.  He agreed, I apologized, and I told him that I wasn’t going to quit on him and that I didn’t really think he was an idiot (maybe a running fool, but not an idiot).  So we got home, I went back out and finished about 35 more minutes of running on the familiar path, and went home feeling about 100 times better than when I arrived at my sister’s house in Steamboat.

So while it isn’t usually ideal to break a 2 hour run into 2 parts, today it was essential, because today 2 runs were way better than 1.

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