Day 5: Someone Take Me to Wend---nevermind...

I woke up in a fog today. I was groggy and irritable and I felt really out of sorts. I felt another "Kill All The Things" day coming on. I got a little less than seven hours of sleep, and Baby E slept pretty well so I know that this is just another phase of my body getting used to not having sweets and processed foods. I know that my brain is mad because I usually give it the things it tells me I want; the things I usually crave. I know that this is normal. I know that my brain is now throwing a giant hissy fit because I won't give it those things it thinks I want. It's OK. I have a toddler. I can deal with hissy fits. I know that I'm doing so much good for my body. I know that my health choices are just so wonderfully fulfilling and making such positive changes and blah, blah, blah blah.

I. don't. care.

I reached a point today where the "fun" part of this is wearing just a tad thin. The newness is still present but fading. I sat on the couch of my friend's house where I was babysitting and thought about the leftover chicken thighs in the fridge, all cold and. . . healthy. Blech. In that moment, everything that I had been so darn excited about during the last 4 days seemed underwhelming. Bland. Boring, even. Just as boring as that plain chicken in the fridge waiting to be consumed.

I wanted Wendy's. I wanted a burger and fries and some kind of (ANY kind of) cold, carbonated beverage. "Ugh!" I pouted to myself, "whyyyyyyyyyy?"

I was prepared for this. I knew this was coming. I've read about this. Being prepared for this helped that craving to suck a little less. Kinda. I distracted myself and went about my day anyway.

I didn't eat lunch until almost 2pm. I wasn't even that hungry, but I know that bodies need nutrition and I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so I ate anyway. I wasn't that mad about it, either.

Huh. Weird. . .

Dinnertime rolled around and I was really excited about it. It's like I gained a little bit of momentum thinking about taking a recipe I hadn't tried yet and making it for other people. Two of my good friends and my parents came to my house for dinner. The end result had mixed reviews, but I LOVED it. And I loved creating it. I loved being in the kitchen and cooking with friends and chopping vegetables and laughing and trying to maneuver around my two-butt kitchen.

It was good and fun and energizing. It reiterated for me why I'm doing this. It was good for me to show other people what I'm doing and that I don't have to just eat steamed broccoli and plain chicken breast. I can experiment with different flavors and tastes and it's exciting. It's sustainable. It's something I'm so grateful to have been introduced to.

At the end of the day, I didn't want to kill all the things.

Yay me.

What I ate:

Breakfast: Southwest eggs and ham again. Seems to be my breakfast staple.
Lunch: A bed of mixed greens with leftover chicken thighs topped with homemade guac and cilantro lime mayo.
Dinner: Sweet Potato Shepherd's Pie

No joke, I LOVED this, but I also really love sweet potatoes. Not everyone was as enthused about it as I was. Meh. More for me.