So I've been thinking about doing a fast. Natalia Rose suggests that six months postpartum is an ideal time to do a juice fast if you have ten or more post-baby pounds to lose. I don't own a scale but the fact that I could zip up my pre-pregnancy jeans for date night Saturday (even if it was a little uncomfortable actually sitting in them) suggests that I probably have less than ten to go. That said, I still kind of want to do it.
I've done my fair share of trendy diets over the years and none of them worked. It was only when I tried the...drum roll please...this is earth shattering...the...the...the...eat less, exercise more approach that - ta-dah! - I actually got in shape. So, I've been there done that. Tried this. Failed. Tried that. Failed again. I have no interest in this "diet" as a quick fix weight loss technique, I am only interested in pursuing it as a lifestyle change. A new normal.
So, where was I? Oh, the fast. The juice fast. Why should I do it? I'm not sure exactly. A challenge? Hmmm...nah...all this juicing and chopping is challenging enough as it is. It just seems like the timing is just too perfect. Hattie just turned six months old. And so I kind of just want to try it. The thing is, I caved on my "raw til lunch" goal already this week. I ate steel cut oats with coconut milk at 10:30 a.m. And part of me is like, C'mon Beck, give yourself a break. You're trying to nourish six people here and deal with your life and you're nursing and you're hungry, and...and... and that's not that bad. And of course it's not that bad. But I know me. I start changing the rules, cutting myself a little slack here, a little slack there, and next thing you know I'm right back where I started. And I don't want to be there. As I told my husband, you have to establish the normal before you can start allowing for exceptions, otherwise you just can't figure out what normal is.
So...maybe a juice fast would just push me that much more. Maybe it would really be a great next step, a final transition to 80/20 Raw, a shortcut to "the new normal." Or maybe it'll just put me over the edge and you'll find me curled up in the fetal position on my kitchen floor, whimpering and drinking carrot juice and Grey Goose through one of those twisty straws. I'm just not sure...
Maybe I'll just have to sleep on it. Oh, and speaking of sleep, I really will sleep on it because...and this is REALLY big news...after nearly ten years of sleeping next to Thomas the Tank, as I lovingly refer to my loudly snoring husband, he's stopped. Completely. I'm not kidding. One week (or maybe even less!) into this raw/whole food deal, the snoring went away. Freaky, huh?
Ok, enough rambling for now. I'll keep ya posted!