I am one week into my Huel journey and my wife has kicked me out of the bedroom more than once. Some mornings I am scared to leave the house for fear of… ‘aftershocks.’ To put it simply, my gut is a mess. The pragmatic side of me can’t imagine that anything that is actually good for me could feel like this.
Perhaps I jumped in too whole-hog; going right for two shakes per day. Day two was the worst. Ever throw baking soda into vinegar? Yeah, what a mess. I slept on the couch that night.
The most troubling part of this week has been the energy levels from taking huel. I don’t feel like my body is absorbing any sort of nutrition from it. Today my personal trainer cut me off after 40 minutes. I looked a dog’s breakfast in there. He’s quite amused at my little experiment, as he was curious himself, but it’s a total waste of his time and my money for me to have Huel for beakfast on training days.
The plus is I’ve lost 5lbs in a week. Nothing has been sticking around in my gut for very long. As I write this, I reminisce about a time I ate some bad Chinese. The doctor who took my stool sample looked at me with a tear in his eye and an encouraging smile and said, “God bless ya kid,” with a half shake of his head.
Week 1 on huel was like having food poisoning, but without the parasite. Thank God for wet naps.