Yikes, what a morning. It’s Hulk’s first day at his new gig, so things were more chaotic than usual trying to get two full-grown adults off to work rather than just one. Plus, we stayed up late last night hanging out with my little bro and waiting for my sister to get into town. I am sucking down coffee like no one’s business this morning.
I am constanatly battling myself for my need for 9 hours of sleep. I know I’ve complained about this before, and I will continue to complain about it because in our society, sleep is lame. I downloaded a new app on my iPhone called Sleep Cycle during my last W30, and it was a game-changer for me. It tracks how deep your sleep is by registring your movements while you’re out. I plug my phone in, start the app, and stick my phone under the fitted sheet just above my head when I go to bed. In the morning (if I don’t set the alarm) I pick up my phone and it gives me the stats for my sleep. Here’s my data from last night:
As you can see, it took me about an hour to finally fall asleep, and it wasn’t very deep at all. I woke up to Squishy’s babbling just before 7:00 am.
Here was a great night from a couple weeks ago:
Solid 9 hours, deep cycles, and I woke up naturally and refreshed at 6 AM.
As if this isn’t too geek-tastic, you know how most normal humans have an alarm to wake them up? Well, mine tells me to go to sleep. But just like your wake-up alarm, it only works if you don’t shut it off and keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.
I don’t know where I’m going with all of this. I guess all I’m trying to say is I get tired and cranky with too little sleep, and I have various methods to quantify what “too little” is, and techniques in place to attempt to minimize the risk of sleep failure.
Whole30 Day 2:
Hulk made a veggie scramble before running out the door with red onion, spinach, and eggs. Since it was a chaotic morning and I was trying to feed the Squish at the same time I was scarfing my egg down, no picture was taken. But here’s a pic Squishy took of himself when he was playing with my phone.
Backing up to yesterday, I had lunch in a nearby park yesterday. It was sunny and the perfect way to enjoy my potroast-curried-chicken-sweet-potato leftovers. Turns out that was a very delicious combo!
Dinner was, unfortuantely, the honey-baked ham. I thought Hulk was going to go shopping yesterday, but he thought “shopping” was picking up the tea and diaper wipes I texted him to add to the list, and nothing else. Plus, I just can’t get over the six pounds of ham that I don’t want to waste. So I ate it with frozen peas. Since we had a bunch of people over, I didn’t take a picture. But I did avoid the beer and drank sparkling water instead. Note to self: invest in more sparkling water.
I didn’t run this morning like I had planned. Since Amanda is Squishy-sitting today, maybe I can sneak out when I get home for a quick 3-miler. I’ve missed my long runs the past 2 weekends and Sunday I have 5 miles schedule to stay with my half marathon plan. Soooo, I should probably run a bit before then. Plus, I need to work out every day to sitck with at least one of my W30 goals.
About that … I’m probably not going to be 100% compliant. I looked on the can of coconut milk I’ve been using for FOUR MONTHS, and … guar gum. Shit. As I now source a brand of additive-free coconut milk while eating my non-compliant ham, I realized that I need to reassess my W30 expectations.
Last time, I was 100%, to-the-letter compliant. Well, excpet for the coconut milk, apparently. But I followed everything to the letter. I found out my herbal tea had soy lectithin in it and promptly threw it out. When I realized my kombucha drinking was becoming a little no-brakes, I stopped. I avoided most fruit to 1-2 servings a day, and never after a meal, because I wanted to control the sugar cravings. I tried to be very aware of everything I was in contact with – food, styling products, even TV, sleep, and relationships; the whole deal. I enjoyed the challenge immensly and it was great learning all kinds of new facts about what stuff really does to you, but very time-consuming and a little obsessive.
This time around, I just want to enjoy the ride. If I want to go out to eat with friends, I’d rather choose to avoid the bread basket but not worry if my fish was cooked in seed oils. Should Hulk fry my eggs in butter, I don’t want to make a stink about it but rather appreciate the fact that he made breakfast for me. My mom is visiting next week and although this will be her third time visiting us in SF, I’ve yet to take her out on the town. I would like to treat my mom to dinner and maybe a drink at a swanky downtown SF bar.
I realize that these are sound like excuses. They probably are. There’s people that do W30 and attend weddings or birthday parties and avoid the cake. Vacation and maintain compliance. And I know I can choose to do that. But if I can kill the sugar dragon by not having bags of Swedish Fish and cookies in my desk at work, and not stopping by Specialty’s for a sweet roll for breakfast, I’m already miles ahead. It’s these habits I want to break, not stressing about and feeling guilty because I didn’t ask what type of oil the veggies are sauteed in.
I do feel guilty. I know that everyone else is being diligent and following the rules, while I’m picking and choosing which rules I feel like following. But I’m setting myself up for failure if I don’t modify my expectations. I don’t intend on slipping up on the big stuff. I’m not going to eat the cookies I just found in my desk drawer (in fact, I’ve already thrown them away). When we go out, I’m sticking to the plan of meat, healthy fats, and veggies. And there will be no afternoon candy runs. But in the situations where the food prep is out of my control, I’ll do the best I can to be compliant. But I’m not going to freak out if I find out that Hulk fried my chicken with non-compliant bacon grease. I’d rather complain to him about his dirty socks on the floor instead of how he didn’t cook my dinner “right” 🙂
Ugh, sorry. That was verbose. We’ll have more fun tomorrow, I promise!
(from Buzzfeed.com, via Pinterest)
Oh yes, the fun we shall have!