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Whole 100: My Day 100 check in

Here we are – Day 100 of my Whole 100. The end of a pretty good experiment.

Casting my mind back three and a bit months (obviously, with the help of a blog post from then too!), I wanted to give a Whole 30 a bit longer and see if I could address a longer standing problem of having a poor relationship with food. The makers of Whole 30 acknowledge that, while it shouldn’t be a 365 day way of eating, you might want a bit longer than 30 days if you’re experiencing different or more embedded issues. My previous Whole 30s have been great experiences – each time I have learnt a little more about myself. The problem for me hasn’t been in the completing the Whole 30 (I’m bloody minded enough to stick with it for that kind of time), but it is the “after” that I really struggled with. Moderation, as I have said before, is not something I am good at. I’m an all-or-nothing kinda girl. As a result, I quickly slipped back into old eating habits, putting on more weight, and then, well, several stone later and the rest is history! So, without waffling further, I wanted to see if 100 days of eating in a strict paleo way would help me battle some of the longer standing niggles.

The Grand Results Progress 

I’ve been thinking about the rhetoric that I use to describe what I’m on, and I was chatting to Mum at the weekend about a couple of things, including my recent weight loss. It got me thinking. I don’t like “results”. No, that’s a lie. I like results (as an entity) a lot. I don’t like the word as a word to describe where I’m at. Results to me imply that it is an arrival at a destination – I’ve finished. Except, I haven’t finished (not by quite a long way). So, I’m calling it progress.

Numbers wise, I’ve lost 36 lbs since I started this Whole 100, and since the beginning of the year, I’ve lost 56 lbs – 4 whole stone. That kind of blows my mind. Apparently, according to I Lost What that is the equivalent of a hang glider or 280 tomatoes!

Whole 100 Results Beyond the Sofa February to August

However, health isn’t just about weight, and there are plenty of non-scale victories to complement the decrease in my waistline. Even if I had no other highlights, I’d be pleased with the above, but actually I can also be pleased about:

  • Going down two dress sizes (okay, at the moment, it’s only officially one size, but my current trousers are too big so I know I will fit into the next size down).
  • Tackling hills. Particularly lately, I’ve done pretty well on powering up some hills at the weekends and during a week off.  I definitely think I would have struggled with this 6 months ago.

Whole 100 Hills

  • Sticking with yoga. Following in a similar theme, I have to admit that while I do struggle a little bit with it at the moment (I am absolutely nowhere near being able to do jump throughs or anything, as I am carrying too much weight), I don’t think I could have done half as much 6 months ago. Back in October last year, I went to a beginners course at the studio I go to now, and I found that hard and disheartening. I don’t feel like that now, which is great.
  • More home cooking. I find cooking generally quite relaxing, and, let’s face it, very rewarding. I have enjoyed cooking more food and eating better. I’ve also tried to make more choices to support local businesses, like buying from our local butcher (who has an amazing “meat for the week” deal), and our local greengrocers. The only thing I REALLY don’t like, is the washing up. Urgh. When will I be able to work in a tidy way? It looks like World War 3 has happened, a sea of mutilated onion peelings and crushed garlic trailing in my wake.

Whole 100 meals

  • Eating out. In my previous Whole 30s, I have actively avoided social interaction and eating out. That’s doable for one month, but for three, not going out just wasn’t going to be a workable solution. It took some effort and pre-planning (no, Italian could never be on the list of places I could go, and Chinese was out for the soy they put in everything), but I did manage it. I keep thinking I’ll do another post on eating out on paleo, but suffice to say for now, I’ve maintained some sort of social life. Also, bonus non-scale victory? Realising that soda water with ice and a slice at the pub is free. Yes, I stood there with my purse for about 5 minutes, waiting for the bartender to come back and charge me, before he realised that I didn’t know it was free. Winning!
  • Better handle on my binge triggers. I have always know that when I feel low, my willpower slips and I end up eating ALL the things. Typically all the sweet things, though I am non-discriminatory in that sense – savoury is equally as game. While I’ve always known this, it has nearly always been a surprise when the urge to eat anything and everything in sight hits. For the large part of my Whole 100, I haven’t felt the need to do this, until recently (maybe the last 4 or so weeks). I’m not surprised I haven’t really noticed it before, but there are tell-tale signs that this kind of behaviour is imminent, but when it really hits, it’s like someone has flicked a switch and nothing would satiate that feeling. It’s hard to describe, and I am probably not making a load of sense. My point is, that I have now experienced that feeling, paid close attention to it, and then promptly got on with a distraction to help the time (and the urge) pass. Hence why I have gone through several balls of wool and crocheted a lot of granny squares.
  • Enjoying summer. I won’t lie, my parting is very much not enjoying summer and practically sizzles like a hot plate when I get in the shower (I really do need to remember a hat), but generally, I am really enjoying this summer, for the first time in literally years. I’m not sure if I can attribute this to just the Whole 100, feeling better in my skin, or living in a different town, but I am definitely doing a better job of living beyond my sofa so far this summer.

Summer 2016

I think I have gone on for quite long enough today. I am still feeling a little nervous about coming off of the Whole 100, but I have given it a lot of thought over the last couple of weeks, and think I have a plan in place – more on this another day!


My other Whole 100 posts are all here:

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Whole 100: 20 Days In – Attack of the Grumps

I am now 22 days in to my Whole 100, and things have definitely changed a bit since my first 10 days.

Stomachly speaking

Since my Non-Weigh In Wednesday this week just gone, where I waffled on about how my digestive system is happy, about 12 hours after posting that post, Armageddon hit my tummy.  I had probably 4 days of being completely unsettled, and I seem to be a bit better again now. I vaguely remember something like this happening during my January Whole 30, and Whole 30’s timeline predicts that it’ll happen about two weeks in, so I seem to be running a little later.

Swing Low…

If the tummy issues weren’t enough, my mood swings hit full pelt over the last couple of days too. Matt had wanted to go to Castle Combe yesterday, and originally, I was quite happy to go. It sounds like a nice day out, spectating instead of mashalling as we would usually do. By the time yesterday morning arrived, I was trying to think of every reason not to go and started getting really (stupidly) grumpy about it. Of course, when we were on the road and nearly there, I was absolutely fine. The sunshine definitely does wonders for grumpiness!

Castle Combe - June 2016

Food

The food is all okay, though I should probably be more organised with it again. I have slipped a bit in terms of meal preparation these last couple of weeks. Knowing that this was the case, and also knowing that my batch cooked meals from a few weeks ago were beginning to run low, I had scoured through my Pinterest board and Bloglovin’ feed for inspiration. I’ve actually eaten out a couple of times too, which I don’t think I’ve ever really done on a Whole 30 before. The go-to meal is always steak (which currently suits me fine!). I am due to go out with work for a Thai this week, so I am not sure what I’ll be having then.

I have probably had a bit of grumping around food envy too. Matt is kind of following me with the paleo thing, but he is also eating other stuff. I have felt myself saying “I can’t have that because of xyz” a lot over the last week or so, which is getting a bit grating. The plus side? I am definitely getting good at label reading again.

Victory!

I have had a great non-scale victory though – I’m in my next jeans size down! I bought some new jeans this weekend, and I’m really pleased to be in a smaller size. Unfortunately the work trousers that I had ordered didn’t fit, so rather than hang on to them “for when they fit”, I decided to return them (which may be the first time I have ever returned something!). I liked the fabric but I wasn’t keen on the fastening – just a zip on the hip – no button or hook and eye or anything. I figured I would sit down too quickly or something and split the zip. The search continues!

Skin, Hair and Nails

I would say that everything is going well on this front, but it’s not quite there. My scalp is still sore (though not as bad), my skin is still a bit rubbish (but better), and my nails are doing pretty well! I’m having a manicure in a couple of weeks, ahead of Blogtacular, so I am hoping for nice long nails at that point. They’re growing pretty well, so I doubt that’ll be a problem.

Sleep and concentration

Sleep has dropped off a bit for me, and I definitely am not feeling overly rested. Getting up has returned to being a struggle again. My bed has just been too inviting to get up from. Concentration? What’s that? I’m quite sure that this is all work-related fugginess so I’m not too surprised.

Our Bedroom

All in all, I’m doing okay, but my inner chant at the moment is “this too shall pass”. I think the sunshine and non-scale victory of the jeans is helping to mitigate the worst of my mood.


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Hen party weekend

I had one of those great weekends this week.  I have to admit that I wasn’t really feeling the plans (it was a friend’s hen do), and while I was very much up for seeing my friends (who came from far and wide), I wasn’t initially looking forward to the activities (for the sole reason it touches on some difficult spots for me).

The plans were to go for breakfast, head to a spa, return to the bride-to-be’s mum’s house for plenty of drinks and then go for a photoshoot.  Breakfast?  Yep, that’s ok, I can cope with that.  A spa?  You mean I have to get my fat, wobbly body out?  Really?!  I feel nauseous.  I’m sure I’ll make other people feel nauseous too.  I’ve never been to one before… What do I take, what’s the etiquette, how am I going to cope?  And photographs?  There is going to be documented evidence that I look like a gelatinous blob… in a dress (yeah, yeah, I know I have a Photo page on the blog, so it’s not like I’m completely photo-phobic, but this is different).

Ok… first thing’s first – breakfast can’t be anything that makes me windy (no one wants added bubbles in the Jacuzzi after all!).  Porridge?  Yes, porridge is a good idea.  What do I take?  Who can I ask?  Twitter!  Thank you Lucy – I followed your advice and went completely prepared. Ok, bag packed, all necessary areas shaved.

Sandy Bay Spa

As we arrived at the spa and checked in, I could feel my anxiety beginning to kick in (though I think I did a marvellous job of not showing it outwardly).  We got changed and headed up to the spa.  No one died from seeing my lily white thunder thighs, nor did they recoil in horror at my wobbliness or cry at the sight of my cellulite.

Jacuzzi

It was really, really relaxing.  Except for the bit where I nearly broke my neck putting wet feet into flip flops and walking down some stairs.  I enjoyed the catch up with friends, fizz in the Jacuzzi, roasting in the sauna, melting in the steam room and sitting in the outdoor hot tub while a storm gathered out at sea (you couldn’t see the horizon for the rain at one point), and continuing to sit there as the rain pelted down, watching holiday makers run for cover.

Hot tub

As our time to leave came, I debated having my feet eaten by the garra rufa fish, but decided to spare them the horror of my toes on this occasion.  Thoroughly relaxed, I dropped my friend home and headed back to my house to have a shower (the smell of chlorine is definitely not relaxing).

Reshowered, I packed my bag for the photoshoot, feeling sad that I don’t have any nice clothes to wear to such an event.  I picked an old tunic type dress type thing and my wedding shoes (noted: non-scale victory in being able to get back in to the dress!).  Nothing else fitted, so with those two items, I headed off to the mother-of-the-bride-to-be’s, where we congregated for nibbles and cocktails whilst getting ready (though I’m not sure strong cocktails and GHD straighteners are ever a good combination).  It was like being back at uni – we did each other’s hair, fished through make-up bags and compared shoes and outfits.  The rain continued to come down quite heavily, so we made sure that we packed the straighteners, make-up and wore our day clothes on the train.

The train was delightful.  Yes, I am being sarcastic.  As we waited for the train, there was a young couple mucking around, being a little bit loud and obnoxious.  They were probably in their early 20s.  Bearing in mind that it was only about 5pm, I did think it was a bit early for them to be drunk, so decided that they were just obnoxious.  They got on the train half a carriage down from us, and started acting up properly as we were about to get off at our station.  I shot them a look, and the girl said something like “oh, she doesn’t like you”.  He retorted “Well, she’s getting off the train now, so her 95 stone will mean we can go quicker”.

I don’t think any of my friends heard the comment, and if I hadn’t been so relaxed from earlier in the day or the fact that it was my friend’s hen party, I probably would have foregone getting off at that stop and had a go (and would have promptly burst into tears out of sight).  I tried to let it go over me, but it stung.  It still stings now.  Then I think that maybe I am just being a fuddy-duddy in my attitude and shouldn’t have given him a funny look in the first place (though how you look at someone, who is thrusting at the toilet door and shouting to his girlfriend that he could do her in there, other than with distain, I don’t know).

Minor hiccup aside, we arrived at Orange Cat Photography and got started.  I am not one for posing in front of others, and it does make me quite uncomfortable, but Sarah, the photographer, was amazing at putting everyone at ease.  We all enjoyed the session, and I couldn’t wait to see the results.  I’ve never had professional photos done outside of school/graduation pictures before, so I was really interested to see what they come out like.  For the wardrobe dilemma, I did exchange dresses with a friend so had more than just the one dress to wear.

I am so pleased with how the photos came out, not only for myself but Sarah really did an excellent job of coordinating the group shots and getting us all to smile or strike a pose.

 

Thank you to Sarah @ www.orangecatphotography.co.uk for allowing me to use this image

Thank you to Sarah @ http://www.orangecatphotography.co.uk for allowing me to use this image

It was late when we got back to town.  Some of the party went home at that point, but a couple of us headed to the local pub and finished off the night with a night cap (double Disaronno for me).

Sunday was a quieter affair (and I was surprised to wake up without a hangover), culminating in cooking tea at Mum’s (lemon chicken, Slimming World style – I’ll put the recipe up some time).

All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed my weekend, and wish I could have a weekend like that every week!


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Tub’s County Show Write Up

Brace yourself, it’s a long one.  There are pictures though.

Yesterday was one of my favourite days of the year.  This year, it was even sweeter as it was my first day off (excepting Bank Holidays and weekends) since Christmas.

I love the County Show.  I love the build up to it, the reminder that I live in an amazing part of the country, and that at heart I am a country girl, even though I dabble in thoughts of moving to a bigger city.  I also love that it is a day that I get to spend with my mum.  I hold dear the time I get to spend with my family and spending the day out with mum is one of the highlights of my year.

Life didn’t go quite according to plan in the morning.  I thought I’d set myself up for the day with a bowl of porridge.  No porridge.  This virtually never happens.  Ok, Plan B – scan bran (Slimming World super-tough cardboard-like Ryvita to non-Slimming Worlders) with cottage cheese and peanut butter (not together – that’s just plain wrong).  I’d never tried scan bran before.  It’s like chewing, well, the unchewable.  Mum appeared just as I finished the second biscuit (there were another two that I was meant to eat, but had jaw ache so couldn’t).  We caught the bus to Westpoint and started our wander.

012First stop, the alpacas.  The problem with the County Show is that I get all “animal broody”.  I would have a farm if I could.  Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t be a farmer, but I’d just like that land to house the animals I’d love to own.  Alpacas are one of these animals.  I mean, just look at that face…

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Plus, you could spin their fleece and make stuff out of it.  I’m allergic to sheep wool, but alpaca wool doesn’t seem to be an issue.  From the alpacas, we wandered down (via the RAC stand, a dog treat company and the Guide Dogs for the Blind stand) to the game area (game of the animal variety).  I love the birds of prey, I find them fascinating.  I caught a picture of these beauties (don’t worry, no dogs were hurt in the making of this stand).

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Then it was on to the heavy horses.  I used to ride, and ride well.  I’m currently too heavy to get back into the saddle, but it doesn’t stop me day dreaming about starting riding again, or one day owning my own horse.  I adore the gentle giants that are heavy horses, and I’m always amazed by their ability to pull such huge weights.

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I was especially impressed by the horse on the right, Charlie.  This was Charlie’s first show, and hasn’t long been broken by the sounds of it.  He got a little twitchy when he was bored, but otherwise was impeccably behaved.

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So, that would be an addition to my fantasy farm.  I lie, I’d probably have a whole stable of various breeds/classes of horses.  After wishlisting my stable, and looking at some of the classic motorbikes…

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… It  was coffee time, followed by a visit to the mohair and angora tent.  Add sheep and goats to my farm.  I have always loved goats.  No idea why, but even now I think they’re great.

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At this point we were getting quite hungry, so we made our way to the food tent.  We went there via the Young Farmers tent, in the hope of seeing my godfather’s son for a catch up.  As it happened, we bumped into him in the food tent, shortly after purchasing our bread for lunch.  I had a wonderfully fragrant and equally as delicious spelt bread with red onion, rosemary and feta, while mum opted for a cheese and onion spelt bread.  Pudding was a spelt fruit bread.

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The savoury breads were accompanied by a small bag of cheese bits.  Mum’s was washed down with a pint of Old Moggy (a real ale from Teignworthy Brewery).  I don’t much like real ale, so stuck to my squash.  Unfortunately the rain started as we were eating, but it didn’t dampen spirits – rain is usual fare for the County Show, and we were prepared.

After lunch, we went back to the food tent and completed a couple of laps, purchasing bits and bobs along the way.  I bought all of the things for my Foodie Penpal this month – all independent business.  One great discovery I made was Tea’s Me.  Aside from loving the play on words, I really like spearmint tea.  I was introduced to it when I had my first “proper” job.  Apparently spearmint tea has a whole host of benefits.  Twinings do a camomile and spearmint tea, but I find it is too camomiley, not enough mint.  After a quick swig of a tester at the stand, this spearmint and green tea is the perfect blend.  I don’t like green tea on its own, but you can’t taste it in this.  For £3.50, it’s a real bargain.

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When the rain became a little too persistent, we sought shelter in the BBC tent, where live bands were playing, waiting the weather out until it was dry enough to go to the main arena.  In the waiting area, the South Devon Hunt (well, the Hunt Master and hounds) were getting ready.  I was really surprised by how friendly the hounds were.   Not that I expected them to be vicious, but they’re working dogs, not pets.  The other thing I was surprised about was that they hunt with hawks still.  I’d add dogs into the mix on my imaginary farm, along with a hunter or two.

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That concluded our mum/daughter day out, revelling in all things Devonian.  I was glad it was a rest day, as my legs are stiff.  However, before I disappear to get on with my weekend, I would just like to share a non-scale victory.  This time last year, at the show, I arrived home with an incredibly sore back, knees and ankles, and that was with a lot of sitting down throughout the day.  This time round, nearly 3 stone lighter, I have sore knees from slow walking, but no other maladies to complain of.