Are we there yet? Are we done yet? Are we finished? Can we quit? These are the questions we have been asking ourselves in week 3 of this ridiculous challenge. We have all been at the brink. It turns out that only eating 7 foods is HARD. By the end of week two I really didn’t care if I ate again. I mean, what’s the point? Life is surely simpler when you only have 7 items to purchase at the grocery store and you never have to think about what you are going to eat. There is a great deal of freedom in this.
Being restricted to 7 foods makes everything harder. If you aren’t feeling well, you feel worse. If you are struggling with your energy levels, they are lower. If you are trying to workout, you feel like you have less fuel. If you are grumpy, look out! This experiment is testing us in ways we truly didn’t imagine. It’s forcing us to decide how to proceed. We want to quit.
We took a vote and the consensus was that we could all quit. There was relief, but there was also a whole bunch of other emotions that I can’t really put into words. Guilt and shame? Maybe. It felt like more though. As we all contemplated the demise of our 4-week experiment, I suggested we take a day to decide; to reflect on how we wanted to move through these next two weeks. No judgment and everyone could choose to do something different.
Here’s the thing. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I found myself modifying a little outside the bounds of my 7 food choices, but I just couldn’t walk away. It made me think of a quote from Winston Churchill:
“Never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about.”
I could barely go 20 minutes without thinking about this whole experiment. My stomach and my brain wanted desperately to quit and belly up to whatever I wanted for days on end, but each meal I kept coming back to the 7.
It’s more than a need to succeed or not failing. It’s about knowing in my heart it’s the right thing to do, for me. I even told my husband that we were thinking about quitting and he just looked at me. I think he knew what I knew deep down. I could’t walk away without finding out what could happen.
As I write this, I don’t even know what everyone in our group has decided and it doesn’t matter. I need to do this for me. I probably won’t finish out these last 10 days perfectly and I haven’t done the last few weeks perfectly either, but I will finish.
Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G