Previously I posted on my building blocks, or the resources that I'm relying on to get me through the slog that is GAPS. I will now explain my stumbling blocks: my job, and eating with friends in the dining hall.
Ever since I first started trying to implement primal, my arch nemesis has been my job. The office I work in is well-stocked with free soda, junk food, coffee, and candy out the wazoo, in every room, plus the pastries and other treats that are regularly brought in. It's inescapable and so, so tempting at 8:00 in the morning when I'm feeling drained to the point of incompetency.
I had done well this week—perfect actually, except my tea two days ago and coffee yesterday!—until we had a birthday party today. I caved. It started with roasted pecans, then a half scoop of butter pecan ice cream…then more ice cream, two coconut macaroons, and a Ghirardelli chocolate. ARG. When I diet, I diet properly; when I binge, I do that properly too. The results? A vague headache, a sneeze, an itchy/runny nose, a slightly painful tummy—and several hours of my heart pounding out of my chest. The rest wasn't so bad, but the heart pounding was terrifying. I'm back on the straight and narrow for the time being with the hope that I haven't set myself back to Timbuktu.
My second stumbling block is something I think many college students will struggle with if they are accustomed to a dining hall, and I hope to hear from other students in the comments below. My relationships over dinner were the one thing that kept me from ever making the cooking-switch while I was in primal mode last semester. Unfortunately, our dining hall is buffet style, with infinite illegal foods and an Intro-legal selection of four vegetables. (Plus shredded chicken breast if that even counts.) Joyous. But perhaps this might be some small encouragement: after finally swiping in for the first time tonight: yes, the company was nice—but all I really wanted was to come home to a bowl of soup. Victory, kind of?
What are your top GAPS challenges?
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