Well folks, I did it. Ten whole days of disgusting medical shakes four times a day and swallowing giant horse pills of pond-scum colored powder. Ten days of squeaky clean eating, including three days of eating ONLY cruciferous vegetables, beans and pears. Ten days of no exercise, which I actually missed. Ten days without MEAT! Ten days without CHOCOLATE! And even worse… Ten days without POPCORN!
I survived. I’m proud to say I didn’t cheat once, except for the time I added three frozen strawberries to the medical shake because I was literally sitting at the table near tears because I was so DONE with everything I had to eat. At that moment I remembered the little tow-headed girl who was forced to sit at her grandparent’s table because she wouldn’t finish her tuna casserole. I sat at the table for nearly an hour, crying because I didn’t like the fish taste and I had to eat it before I went to bed. (Note to self: Horrible lesson about food to teach your child. I get the whole not wanting to waste things mentality, but if your kid is crying because they hate something so much.. let it go.) In present day, my husband was a champ and talked me through it, but it took some MAJOR coaxing to get me to swallow that shake. Blech. So anyways, the strawberries helped mask the yicky fake sweetness. That’s hardly cheating, either… Three frozen strawberries is better than a binge at Panda Express, so I’ll take it. This detox was hard in a lot of ways, but it gave me some really good insight in to certain things. I had my blood re-tested today and should get the results by Wednesday or Thursday. I’d appreciate you all thinking clean liver thoughts, as I am admittedly a little bit nervous. I just want everything to be okay. Really, isn’t that all we ever want?
- I always thought I’d be fine as a vegetarian, but this detox proved to me that I do actually crave meat. By day five, I would have traded my lucky socks for a chicken breast! My body was craving protein, and beans weren’t cutting it. Well, beans were cutting something, but it wasn’t hunger. Cutting the cheese, perhaps.
- There are 5,000,000 ways to prepare vegetables, but after eating pretty much only vegetables for seven days, I’m sick of them. By day nine I was avoiding eating entirely because I was so sick of brussels sprouts, cauliflower and apples. I had to force myself to keep eating which is as rare as a unicorn for a foodie like me.
- Eating squeaky clean does do amazing things to your taste buds. By the fourth or fifth day, I felt like flavors were so much more robust. Cinnamon was like a natural sugar bomb and black beans had such an amazing, earthy taste.
I was hoping after the detox I’d feel amazing, with incredible energy, no gray hairs, nary a zit on my face and a weight loss of 100 pounds. Well, I have no idea if I lost any weight at all because my scale conveniently crapped out the fourth day into the detox. I need to go buy a new one, but I’m hoping I lost some weight. As for feeling good, actually, I’ve felt pretty crummy the last four days. Tired, run-down, a little bit nauseous and head-achey. I’m trying to tell myself those are all actually good signs, that maybe my body is just hurting because all of the toxins are purging, but it’s tough to be positive when all you want to do is lay in your bed and whine about how crummy you feel. In addition, my husband is sick and a bunch of my co-workers are sick, so it’s possibly I’m either fighting off a cold or coming down with one.
I won’t have true “results” of the detox until my bloodwork comes back and I can weigh in, but in the mean time, I’m grateful to have had the experience, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m happy to be back to semi-normal eating. I’m going to try eating clean, but just being able to incorporate a larger variety of choices is amazing! In the end, I’m proud that I stuck to the plan like a champ and that I was able to follow doctor’s orders. It may not have been the most pleasant plan in the world, but I’m fortunate to have been able to follow the plan in its completion. But… I’m happy that it’s over 😉
What’s the latest tough love thing you’ve had to do that maybe wasn’t the most pleasant, but you did it and have come out better because of it?