As I was eating lunch today, I swallowed my handful of pills and quickly took a picture of my food. The girl across from me leered as my camera phone made the distinctive click as I held it over my taco salad. “Did you just take a picture of me?” She asked, one eyebrow raised. I awkwardly responded, “No. I’m photographing my food” and offered no further explaination.
This diet makes you look a little silly. Air squats in the bathroom? Guilty. Swallowing ten additional pills a day to the four pills I have to take anyways? Doing it. Looking for the 1:00 special spot on my… we won’t go there.
Either way, there have been moments where this diet has not been easy. However, one thing that I have noticed is that I’ve become a more amicable person. I haven’t struggled with hypoglycemia at all during the day and I’m finding that I have more patience (weird, right?) in just about everything I do.
You go Mom!
Right now, my mom is going through an emotional restructuring. She doesn’t have a job, nor does she feel the pressure to get one. She does Tai Chi daily, is a newly reformed vegan, participates in karate with her 10-year-old son, and is addressing all aspects of her emotional and spiritual self. Mom has become a happier person. I can tell that she is in love with her transition, though it took me a while to get used to her changes myself.
And though I’m not living her life, I feel as though her changes have rubbed off on me a bit. Last semester, I was working between 75 and 90 hours a week. I broke down in October, but charged forward, refusing to abandon any of my responsibilities. I made it out alive with a 3.75/4.00 GPA and several accomplishments that I am still proud of. However, I also stopped spending time with a lot of my friends, only went to one party — my own — throughout the whole semester, and gained 15 pounds complimented with oversensitive allergies, migraines, and general unhappiness.
Academically, I consider last semester a success. However, emotionally I hit rock bottom. In a weird way, when winter break began, I had my Harajuku moment. I was miserable.
I found that in order to be happy, I would need to start taking care of my body. Jobs, grades, and all my stresses aren’t going to matter in five years because there’s no way I’m going to hit rock bottom in my career at this point; I needed to stop worrying! As someone who was a longtime follower of Tim Ferriss’s blog because I was interested in finance, his release of 4-Hour Body came at a perfect time. I pre-ordered the small encyclopedia, read my relevant chapters, and the rest is history as detailed through this blog.
As my body is becoming healthier, I am becoming happier. I had my first chiropractic adjustment since the summer, and that has picked me up despite the heavy rains that slammed Atlanta today. The diet is a giant first step in my quest for the emotional, physical, and spiritual health that my Mom is also seeking.
Thank goodness I’m doing something. Being restrictive on this diet is sometimes tough (and sometimes ridiculous), but the emotional and physical rewards make every bite of beans worth it.
That said, my day:
Four hard boiled eggs (two with yolks) and black bans (Breakfast).
Taco salad (Lunch).
Refried beans, steamed veggies, and chicken thigh (Dinner).
Totals for Day 16