Today was most indubitably not a good day. From start to finish, bad bad bad.
It started before I even woke up with dreams that I had eaten a Snickers bar by accident and would have to completely start my Whole30 journey over from Day 1 — and I was near the end. I’m not even craving junk food, but it’s definitely in my head.
Then after a good breakfast that I didn’t really want (or feel the energy to make) until I was eating it, I headed out for my walk (obviously with some good distance between eating and walking) and I just felt like my legs were made of lead. My body just wasn’t into it, and after a little over 2 miles, I became very weak and light-headed. I called it and came back home.
Throughout the day, I just felt run over by a truck. Very loosey-goosey in the head, weak, tired, and sluggish. My muscles hurt, my back aches, and my head is running a low-throb headache. I ended up sleeping for a couple hours to rest up for work.
Apparently this is all to be expected. It’s like my body is saying, “Oh, wait. You’re serious about this? Seriously, we can’t get no sugar and milk and bread up in here?”
Yeah, no. Push push push. This too shall pass.
Going to work was not easy, but I’m thankful business was slow and my awesome boss sent me home early. I’m looking forward to a complete day of rest tomorrow, in which I will decide whether or not I’ll walk once tomorrow gets here.
Note: This is part of the process. My body is going through withdrawal from sugar and grains and dairy and all the bad things it is used to. I also didn’t even do the couple of ounces of black coffee I’ve been allowing the first few days, so whammy-whammy.