I had an "oh crap! I am going to be fat and old" moment, when I turned 30. I started working out the next day and ended up loosing 30lbs (over 6 months). This time it has been a little more gradual. I thought I am fat (again) and I want to do something about it. I started keeping track of what I ate with the support of a very good friend and some software, right after Thanksgiving. Like most people I have had good days and bad of eating. Yesterday was a very bad day of eating.
After I finished my very bad for me lunch, I felt horribly guilt ridden. I professed right then and there: "No grains until the 30th!" I forget sometimes that not everyone has the CrossFitter's mind set (I was at work). The response I got was shocking. My coworkers acted as if I had just proclaimed that I was the anti-Christ. One was visibly upset by the idea and thinks I am on a suicide mission. I tried to comfort her by telling her it was just for the next 10 days. She was still upset.
Today, I started my 10 day journey of no grains with this:
I am a firm believer of just changing one thing at a time. It makes it much easier to stick with. I do not think I would make it through a whole 30 because I would just get pissed off at all the things I could not eat and then say "F this!" and then eat a big bowl of Kraft macaroni and cheese. I love that blue box of artificial goodness.
If you see me reaching for a grain.... slap my hand.