I’m coming up on what should be the end of week five of my crazy restrictive diet. And by “should be”, I mean I’m no longer following the diet.
I did adhere to the diet very strictly for one whole month. But after several weeks I was still seeing no positive results. My pain was no better. My fatigue was no better. And my mood, well, that was much worse. Because cutting such big categories out of my diet was really tough.
So, the weekend before Easter, Scott and I had a little heart-to-heart conversation and decided that if I wasn’t seeing any positive results by that point, I probably wouldn’t magically start seeing them in the next two weeks. Besides that, even if I did start to see some results, they probably were not worth the sharp decline in my mood.
Because we all know that old adage: If mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.
I felt bad stopping the diet early, because I don’t like to give up. And I really hoped that changing my diet would make a difference. But overall, I’m okay with not finishing out the whole six weeks.
And, I learned quite a bit about myself. Because unfortunately, restricting myself often brings out those negative aspects of my personality/character that I need to work on. I know I need to work on not feeding my emotions. And I definitely need to work on not being grumpy when I make the positive choice not to feed my emotions.
So, from here, I’m going to continue adding more exercise into my schedule and I will focus on eating less (although now allowing myself sweet treats — in moderation) and losing weight.