Starting with...constipation.
Yeah, I'm goin' there. Deal with it or move on. Lord knows, I'm not. Oh, you bet that was a pun. I went there again.
Sorry, I'm a little cranky.
As with any dietary adjustment - the body and its, shall we say, functions, also take their sweet time to adjust.
AND I DON'T LIKE IT.
Thing is, if I only just ramped up the exercise a bit more, I'd probably be fine. Historically, I have been.
But, frankly, I don't want to do the 60-90 minutes of heavy cardio 4x per week plus 2 pilates/yoga sessions that I was doing before. It was un-friggin-sustainable --- and when my mind and body had finally hit its limit, I stopped all of it and never really got back on track again for a full year. (See the blog post lapse for proof.)
I also am not a fan of laxatives because, for starters, your body becomes dependent upon them and I really don't feel like popping Miralax for the rest of my natural born life.
So, for as great as I feel and for as much weight and as many inches as I am losing...the balance still isn't quite there.
Frankly, the only diet plan I was ever on that had me feeling equal parts energized and regular was the vegan plan...and, damn it, I don't want to give up sushi or steak again ever. Cutting down is all I can reasonably stand. (Oh, and bacon. I'd be a goner without the occasional piece of bacon - even turkey bacon!)
I guess it's off to rejigger this whole plan again. Up the cardio a bit more and up the complex carbs and fiber (even though - honestly - I am taking in at least 25g and upwards of 30g of fiber per day!). Need to pull back on the dairy, too. That's not doing me any favors.
Why can't I just find one way of being, stick with it and move on? Because I bore too easily, that's why! Ergh.
