Yesterday was a reduced calorie day--my new term for those two days a week I greatly slash calories on my modified version of the 5:2 diet.
I'm still tweaking it into something that works for me. Between 1 p.m. and 8 p.m. I ate two bananas, a cup of blueberries, and two meals of salmon and asparagus. But my head started hurting around 6 p.m. and just got worse and worse with each passing hour.
Though fully aware that it was my "diet day", my husband ordered pizza, and then asked if I wanted to go out for cupcakes. I said no. So he proposed ice cream. What the fuck, right?
I went to bed fairly grumpy at 10 p.m. and told myself I'd feel better in the morning. Then the baby, who normally sleeps peacefully from 9 or 10 p.m. until about 8 in the morning, woke up SCREAMING and could not be comforted. I could not figure out what was wrong, but I got her back to sleep after about 20 minutes. An hour later it happened again! Crying worse than before, and we could not get her to calm down. We were actually a bit scared and I texted my mom, who's a nurse (and a mother of five). We never did figure it out, but she eventually wore herself out and slept again.
That second time did me in. I was on hour 6 of that damn headache and stressed and I went for the pizza. Three slices of cheese pizza, a hot cocoa, and two Excedrin later, I felt physically better, albeit disappointed in blowing my plan at midnight, just as the day was coming to a close.
I don't think I drank enough water yesterday, simply because I wasn't tracking it. And I waited until too late in the day to eat my first meal of fish and vegetables. Hence the headache. Furthermore, I should have asked my husband to wait on the pizza and let him know that his ice cream and cupcake proposals were really bothering me.
I'd say he is sabotaging me, only...doesn't that usually start to happen once someone is visibly LOSING weight? I'm not even there yet! Seems too early for that sort of thing. I think it's more an issue of him not taking my diet seriously, because he's never seen me embark on one in a serious, prolonged fashion. Maybe he's testing me. Whatever it is, I don't appreciate it.
While eating breakfast this morning, I realized I wasn't actually hungry and didn't need to be eating yet. I was still reacting to the night before. That's one good thing about this 5:2 plan; it helps you see more clearly when you are overdoing it and eating for reasons other than hunger. I don't always stop, but my awareness has been improved, and that's a start.
I'm doing another reduced day on Friday, and between smarter timing of meals, more water, and more assertiveness towards my husband, I hope I can avoid a headache and feel more resilient in the face of midnight baby screams or whatever else life has in store for me!