Jack is Whack.

Gosh, I should’ve waited on my last post because shit got way worse. Literally. 

Right around 3 hours after I ate Jack in the Box, I had to take a trip to Sprouts and get my next 5 days of food. I get in the car to go and make it about 1.5 miles before my guts went crazy. I knew I was going to have explosive diarrhea. I debated on making it to Sprouts, but I wanted the comfort of my own home. I flipped a U turn and barely made it back to my house. I was not about to shit myself in a white sundress. 

I ran inside and looked at my confused husband who just starts laughing as I tell him I’m about to explode. In which he responds “Was Jack in the Box worth it?” And I yell “HELL NO!” As I am dying in the bathroom. I am so mad I did this to myself. I will NEVER eat Jack in the Box again. It was agonizing gut pain for the entire day after that. All because of 4 stupid tacos. What in the hell is in those processed shit storms?! I actually had to take Tums to not die.

Luckily, I survived the agonizing gut pain and made it another day. I had a big day planned yesterday so I needed to feel better. I woke up and made myself an omelette with red onion, cilantro, avocado, and tomato. I finally felt better. It took almost an entire day to feel better after 4 tacos. I can not believe how bad that food is. I can not believe how bad I was feeling while I was eating it all the time and still functioned. I’m so glad we changed!! Beyond glad!!  To see the giant difference in us all has been so eye opening for me. I’ve had a racing heart way too often and the other day as I was about to begin my workout, my heart rate was at 65! My heart has been doing crazy shit lately and in May I was just trying to keep it under 100. Yeah, that’s a big fucking difference! My friends were legit worried I was going to have a heart attack, I was too. I even called my doctor to get on heart meds and she didn’t have an appointment for 3 weeks. I called the same week we found out about Chloe and by the time my appointment came around, I cancelled it. I wasn’t having the palpitations or racing heart anymore. All because of three weeks of significant diet changes. 

It’s hard as hell to do this, like severely hard to do it 100% of the time, but it’s more than worth it!!  I can’t believe the changes we’ve seen and now I can not eat garbage. Like ever. I will do a million dishes rather than have explosive shits any day. 

After I felt better today, I got a very much needed break. Thank you Jesus! No, unfortunately the stars didn’t align enough for a date night with the hubsters, but it did align a girls night out with Brandee and Dana. (We missed you Viviana!) I had a hair appointment at 2:30 and when I was done, it was girl time. Boy, did we all need it! It took 3 weeks of planning for us mamas to get together! We went to sushi and had such good conversations! Sometimes that’s all you need! Girl time with people who get ya. 💗

Now, its back to reality and back to clean eating. Sushi (and sake) did not make me sick at all, but let’s face it. Sushi is pretty healthy. Jack in the Box is a chemical shit storm. As I drive down the road now, I look at all the fast food restaurants that make it so easy for us to eat garbage all the time. You don’t have to get out of your car or cook and you definitely don’t have dishes. That is very appealing, but agonizing gut pain is not. 

I’m glad I got this sick, it helped me remember how bad this food is. I’m glad I’m having so many of you reach out to me and ask questions or advice! I’m more than happy to help anyone who wants to make these changes! Kelly held my hand through all of this and I will be forever grateful for her. I will gladly pass on my knowledge, just ask. 

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