I have hit the 2 week mark on this diet of mine. Hard to believe that last week around this time I was sobbing in a bath tub wishing death to soggy muffins. Ah, gotta love carb withdrawl rage.
I’d like to offer up some words of encouragement to anyone attempting to attempt this diet, contemplating to attempt to attempt this diet, or to those who are simply amused that I am willingly putting myself through this shit: it gets better. I can’t believe I just wrote that.
After two weeks, I have begun to see the “other side”! I have not been doing this for weight loss, but I have gone from 131lbs to 128lbs which isn’t a huge difference, but enough to make my jeans feel better.
My timeline has gone something like this:
Miserable as fuck. Not going to lie. Detox symptoms, cravings, headaches, mood swings, you name it. Don’t be dumb like me and start this diet on the same day you come back from a 10 day vacation and have all day meetings with carb laden catered meals.
Feeling better (sort of). Intense withdrawl symptoms seem to have abated. Still gaseous, bloated, and cranky. Hubs gives me a slow sideways glance every time I walk in the room and says, “I’m scared of you.” Ah, young love.
Nope. Not in the clear yet. Withdrawl, cravings, and mass hysteria over poorly cooked muffins comes back with a vengeance. The night sweats were the worst.
The calm after the storm. I have not felt shitty for almost a full week! No gas, no stomach issues, nothing! Hemorrhoids are GONE. Not that I’m out of woods yet, but these stats look promising. I ate a yam today for breakfast, and get this: I actually enjoyed it. I have TONS of energy. What the hell? The key for me has been lots of protein throughout the day, which keeps me away from hunger rages. That, and I’ve been cooking up a storm. Enough to make sure I have left over meals for work days.
The real test will be the next couple of weeks. I would like to start initiating some exercise back into my life…we’ll see how that goes. I miss running. Hard to believe I once ran three marathons in the span of 2 years, and now I wheeze on a slow trot around my block.