Its no secret that I was clearly upset about the results from the first weigh in. I took some time to let it all sink in, and to get my mind back into a positive light. Friday morning (two days after the first weight-in) I woke up feeling refreshed. I decided to do a day by day, play by play of what I did, and ate throughout the entire day. Let’s take a journey through the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I woke up this morning feeling refreshed. I have my positive vibes, and my mindset where it should be. After dropping my son off at school I came home, I made my cup of coffee and my morning smoothie (unsweetened almond milk, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, blueberries, flak seeds, spinach, baby arugula). An hour after drinking my smoothie, I made me some protein pancakes, and scrambled eggs.
After running errands I had a non-fat Chobani strawberry Greek yogurt for a snack. For dinner I had promised my son pizza earlier in the week. So, I made a pizza; I wasn’t going to have any, but I changed my mind and had one piece. I regretted it later, because I was feeling incredibly sick. I felt fine all day, until that pizza. I sabotaged myself out of my evening run, I was in bed with a very unhappy tummy.
My stomach has not been feeling too good lately. It feels like nervous knots, stomach cramps, and butterflies at the same time. It is very uncomfortable.
Now, lets fast forward till just a couple days before the weigh in. I discovered that once I returned from France, I’m now lactose intolerant, just like my son. I have never been lactose intolerant in my entire life. I took the time, and let my body run its course with removing the lactose out of my system. I put myself on my son’s diet, dairy free. My stomach started to slowly feel better, I stopped putting dairy into my body which helped out a lot. I’ve slowly been coming back to normal. I did zero workouts during this time, and I mean none. I did walk a lot while at work, but no runs, no lifting at the gym. I wasn’t expecting any results during this weigh in. All I wanted was to figure out what was making my stomach feel the way it was, to get better, and to move forward healthy. Now that I figured out the culprit, I can do just that. I can kick myself all day long about how long it took me to figure it out. I’m too strong of a person to dwell on it. Live, learn and move forward, smarter and stronger.
As I said before, I wasn’t expecting any major results. I just wanted to get my stomach back to being one hundred (100) percent.
I lost three (3) pounds over all, however, I did lose muscle (which is a no no), and I gained a pound of fat. I have no idea what I now want out of this challenge, and I have no clue what goals to set. I just don’t know at this point.