(*I feel compelled to note that this is not in anyway a negative reflection on my handsome husband, but rather one of his more enjoyed gifts, because he absolutely loves a good food-science-y book to devour. Pun intended. You’re welcome.)
I’m going to confess: I’m nervous. I have gone through many seasons of the Eat Clean Diet with my family, and it has definitely changed the way that we eat on a permanent basis. We still have disruptions where sudden stressful events result in the need for pizza eating, or (in my case) sweet carb indulging, and of course I’m a strong believer in “queso calories don’t count,” because this is Texas, y’all; but overall, we try to keep things pretty clean at our house. A lot of these healthier eating plans are really hard for me. I have a LOT of diagnosed food allergies, which means that common healthy snacks like tree nuts are off the table for me. In fact, one of the few things to which I did not have a drastic and terrible reaction during my food allergy test was wheat. Which begs the question: why are you giving up one of the few things that you are actually “allowed” to eat? Quick answer: It may not be an allergy or intolerance, but I still notice that it makes me feel lousy and tired. I’ve always felt at my best when we’ve eaten a lot of fresh, unprocessed foods and laid off the grains. I’ve taken on a bunch of (awesome, exciting) things for this new school year with both girls, so I know that I need to be at my best and most energetic to see them all through.
Starting in middle school, I drank Coke daily. Not Dr. Pepper, not Diet Coke. COKE. And it was, to me, the nectar of the gods. In high school, I was having several a day just to get THROUGH the day. By college it became my coping mechanism, my way of self-medicating. When I heard people talk about their cigarette addiction, I was in complete empathy. If I was stressed, I would crave Coke, and all it took was the sound of the can cracking and that first sweet, bubbly sip to make my entire body physically and mentally relax. It was truly an addiction. When I had gestational diabetes (the first time), I had to give up Cokes (obviously!) And I replaced the caffeine with unsweetened iced tea and replaced the bubbles with plain sparkling water. It was so hard. Like a true addict, certain situations made it worse. Migraine? If I could just have a Coke, it would cure me! The first bite of chips and salsa at my favorite TexMex place? I can’t really enjoy these without a Coke. But slowly the cravings faded, and I knew that my body was so much healthier without this decade long addiction. After I had my daughter and was allowed to eat and drink what I pleased again, I was careful to steer clear of the high fructose fizz. I’m shocked to admit it, but now the idea of Coke turns my stomach.
So I know what it is to have a food addiction, but I also know that I kicked it. So it is possible. I am capable. (But zomg cinnamon rolls… No!) I know what my weaknesses will be and for me that will be the greatest part of my battle. I also know what it is to feel worlds better if and when I’m able to conquer habits that are unhealthy for my body. For now, that has me motivated! (...maybe don’t ask in two weeks.) I’m looking forward to the challenge and looking forward to life on the other side of Day 30!