I wish I had something grand or exciting to talk about this week. I have, however, lost some weight and I am excited about it. In the past 3 weeks, I have lost 10 pounds.
Thank you, thank you…. Really, you’re too kind…
But on a more serious note, this week I started the detox program. For those of you unaware, the Transformation detox program is an elimination-based system that aims at gradually taking certain foods out of your diet and slowly reintroducing them back to you to see if you have any reactions to certain foods.
The first day we followed our food plan. (Disclaimer: my girlfriend, Kelly, is doing the program with me. There will be times when I say we and I mean she and I [or her and I]… I used to be a grammar freak… See what this program has done to me?!? And yet I digress…) After the first day, we were no longer allowed to have grains or dairy. Do you know how hard it is not to eat grains or dairy if you’ve never tried not eating grains or dairy?
Side story: When I was a kid, I was a bread-a-holic. I remember going to Thanksgiving at my Aunt Karen’s house and eating 5-6 rolls before dinner would even really start. I fantasize about going to Outback Steakhouse and eating an entire loaf of their brown bread. It’s so good! (Was so good. Not anymore for me! Ugh…)
So giving up bread and cheese and milk is a very hard thing for me. I am now on day 4, which has afforded me a steady diet of onions, peppers, and the saliva I take in from seeing commercials about the kinds of food real people eat. I went to a Mexican place today after a 5k I did and they had a free buffet for the runners. My girlfriend and I went through the line and skipped over the cheese, the sour cream, the tortilla shells, the rice, the chicken… We loaded our plates up with fajita vegetables and refried beans. And to be honest, I think I may have taken some liberties on the beans. I don’t know if they’re allowed at this stage in the program, but I deliberately chose not to check my manual because I was very hungry. I actually took the salsa from the chips and salsa tray and just ate that by itself. I’m not proud of this, but a man has to eat!
By now, I hope you see that this program has taken it’s toll on me, to an extent. The only thing driving me at this point is the fact that I am seeing change. I am seeing the weight fall off and I am noticing a change in my personality. The other day at work, I walked by a staircase and thought that I could “spider-man” my way up and over the railing. Now I didn’t try it, but I wanted to, and I believed that if I had the place all to myself, I could have. The point is, I feel healthy. Before I started this program, I would judge my health by the number on the scale, or how believable I looked when I stood sideways in a mirror sucking in my gut. Now, I am daydreaming about running up walls and actually believing that, if I stick to this program (and hit the gym once or twice a week) I could do it.
I am 3 weeks away from being 27 years old. I want to believe that if I ever had a son, I would be able to outrun him when he is 15 years old. I remember my dad could do that and I thought my dad was superman when I was growing up. The thought of sitting around, idly watching him grow up and not being able to play basketball with him or race him around the track kills me.
I am doing this program for me, but not just for who I am today. I am doing this for me today, tomorrow, and the rest of my life. I think I am just starting to really believe what that could really mean. And that motivates me.