There is no data recorded during Whole30. No counting calories on a small notebook tucked under important paperwork in the office. No scale watching. No visits to Bed Bath & Beyond to test drive a new scale. No sneak trips to the Doctor’s office just so the nurse can give you a weigh. No trying on every pair of pants for a before-n-after comparison. No Excel pivot tables with accompanying pie charts spitting out trend analysis of macro nutrient consumption. No spinning through back entries of your FitBit with a ‘those-were-the-days’ reflections on when you once collected such data. No measuring tapes, no more Google-calorie-food-checks, because the management of food data has been handed over to the Internal Affairs Department.
While I’m sticking to the Whole30 rules, I confess it feels wrong to hand the food-management-keys to the Body-Managers, shutting down the need to measure-by-numbers. However, after 21 days of body-self-regulation -the experience has been liberating.
I would have not imagined that I would ever reach a time where my thoughts were not managed by food. I eat what I like. I eat as much as I like. I eat plenty of healthy-fats, the vegetables no longer ‘go bad’ in the back of the fridge, and fruits have become sweet-treat-indulgences. Not once do I think about calories. Somehow, I don’t overeat. Somehow, I manage to last a good 5-6 hours before I think about another feeding. Surprisingly, I’m not even curious about the scale. No more evening snacks. No more cravings for sugary treats. I have lost weight – because that’s how it feels. I don’t know how much, but I do know that I am running with less pavement-pounding, my knees bend with less joint pain, that back problem is past tense and I sleep a blissful 8 hours a night.
If it is true that ‘you are what you eat’ — I am now a cross between broccoli, avocados and a bottle of olive oil, and have come to appreciate that my body is wholly capable at calculating exactly what it needs. Nine more days ’til hubby and I reach Whole30!