The hardest part of Whole 30 has not been the
monotonous and restrictive diet. While
my eating routines are beginning to get tired and boring, I’ve learned that as
long as I make a schedule and plan ahead for whatever I need to eat, I have no
problem accepting the routine.
It has not been the new combinations of ingredients, and learning
how to prepare them. This can also be
planned for and taken into account, through visits to Pinterest for ideas
throughout the week and then to Whole Foods a day or two later to stock up one what each new recipe will require.
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| My sad salad next to birthday cupcakes in the office fridge |
It has not been the time-consuming trips to Whole Foods, Stop & Shop,
and farmers markets each week. Although I prefer one-stop shopping, I can suck it up and make this exception for 30 days.
Overhauling my lifestyle for 30 days has been incredibly hard. Feel like grabbing a taco or falafel for lunch instead of packing something the night before or morning of work? Nope, sorry buddy. Wanna grab dinner or drinks with friends on the weekend? Absolutely not. How about Beer:30 after a long week at work? Not for the next month, jerk. Cupcakes in the office fridge! Interested? Not a chance. Stop asking me rhetorical questions. For these past 21 days, I've felt like a dog looking out a window at all the cats I could be treeing, mailmen I could be chasing, or other dogs I could be frolicking with. You don't see how green the grass is on the other side of the fence until you realize how there are no tacos or Kit Kats in your own yard for 30 days (this might not be how that metaphor actually goes).
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| Random pic of something else I can't enjoy |
It really does take an iron will to resist the social pressures that you don't even realize exist until you start a program like this. You'll find that really fun combinations of food, drink, friends, and merriment immediately present themselves as soon as you are not allowed to enjoy them. Thankfully, I can rely on my Phantom of the Opera-esque bouts of reclusiveness and hermit-like brooding to help block out all social distractions - otherwise this challenge would be infinitely more difficult if I experienced additional pressure to hang out, drink, and eat outside of the Whole 30-approved areas than I already do.
Once again, this blog has held me accountable to my actions. Perhaps if I didn't feel like the anonymous readers out there (all 4 of you) would suddenly judge me for failing to finish this goal, I would sneak a Snickers bar or put cream and sugar in my coffee when no one was looking. Thank goodness for anonymous and unsubstantiated peer pressure. I'm quickly learning that blogs can be, at their best, a solid commitment device...and at their worst, Foucault's panopticon. I am an inmate, and you all are my jailors. Thanks guys - you're the one thing keeping me from dumping bags of Cadbury mini-eggs into my mouth.
Once again, this blog has held me accountable to my actions. Perhaps if I didn't feel like the anonymous readers out there (all 4 of you) would suddenly judge me for failing to finish this goal, I would sneak a Snickers bar or put cream and sugar in my coffee when no one was looking. Thank goodness for anonymous and unsubstantiated peer pressure. I'm quickly learning that blogs can be, at their best, a solid commitment device...and at their worst, Foucault's panopticon. I am an inmate, and you all are my jailors. Thanks guys - you're the one thing keeping me from dumping bags of Cadbury mini-eggs into my mouth.
The one thing I've really been thinking about over these past three weeks is how many social encounters revolve around either a food or drink-related activity, and how this can impact people with a food or drink restriction. I used to be very familiar with these dietary restrictions, dating back to my few years spent as a vegetarian. For anyone who isn't aggressive in defending their dietary restriction (I wasn't), decisions made in mixed groups about when and where to eat are often a no-win situation. If you speak up, you have the potential to 'harsh everyone's meat mellow', and could be viewed as the group's unnecessarily difficult and high-maintenance pariah. If you don't speak up, you end up cobbling together a meal from the 13 side dishes you've ordered off the back of the Chili's menu insert, the end result resembling what you might get from the world's worst tapas restaurant.
I think what is most alarming about this is how quickly I forgot what vegetarians (and non-drinkers alike) go through on a daily basis, now that I'm no longer one of them; this challenge has been a welcome reminder. I always hated to be 'That Guy' ('Chad', for those loyal readers who get the reference) who by default mandates where an entire group needs to eat because of dietary restriction-associated values. But even worse than that, I now fear becoming the guy who disregards other peoples' values by getting immersed in my own. This idea can certainly extend beyond food and drink.
I'm fortunate to be doing this in a supportive environment, which is not lost on me as I work my way through the month. What is also not lost on me: Nine more days until Pedro's Tacos are in my mouth!
I think what is most alarming about this is how quickly I forgot what vegetarians (and non-drinkers alike) go through on a daily basis, now that I'm no longer one of them; this challenge has been a welcome reminder. I always hated to be 'That Guy' ('Chad', for those loyal readers who get the reference) who by default mandates where an entire group needs to eat because of dietary restriction-associated values. But even worse than that, I now fear becoming the guy who disregards other peoples' values by getting immersed in my own. This idea can certainly extend beyond food and drink.
I'm fortunate to be doing this in a supportive environment, which is not lost on me as I work my way through the month. What is also not lost on me: Nine more days until Pedro's Tacos are in my mouth!



































