I am mixing it up a little with this blog post! I don’t want to write about…writing… all the time and bore you all to death!
I actually wanted to talk about a random idea that popped into my head on Friday night that stuck. I decided to give Whole30 a try. Yep. No grains, dairy, alcohol, desert, sugar… basically I can’t have anything that makes life worth living.
Okay I am being a little dramatic but, COME ON. All I want right now are frosted mini wheats with a giant bowl of milk. Who cares that I’m lactose intolerant. (I would for sure regret my decision about ten minutes after I drank the milk.)
Nevertheless, tomorrow is day four and I genuinely can’t believe that I have made it this far. I get that it is only three days but I haven’t gone without chocolate or bread or cheese for more than a few hours at a time….
I am kind of joking. …
I saw a blogger that I follow do Whole30, and she stuck to it while she was literally in MEXICO. The tequila and taco capital of the the universe. If she has the will power to do it through that, what is my excuse? The hardest part at this point is the no sweets thing. I thought it would be the no bread part honestly, but when your boyfriend is eating chocolate peanut butter eggs for dinner, things tend to get hard. Especially if I am having compliant beef jerky and a half an apple..like a chocolate covered egg would have really hit the spot.
Despite my apparent negativity, I really have enjoyed it. I have been cooking for every single meal and I am saving a pretty decent amount of money by not eating out or buying snacks at work. I am also already seeing a change in the way I look… naked. Maybe that’s a little TMI but I have been stuck in my weight loss journey for like two months. THIS IS EXCITING STUFF YA’LL. I also feel so much less bloated which is wonderful.
Back to the hard stuff.
You can’t weigh yourself at all throughout the 30 days. Something about not relying on the scale to make you feel good about yourself or whatever. (I am being a little sarcastic. Letting the scale dictate your feelings about yourself is dumb. I do it way too often.)
I will for sure be checking back in on day seven to let you know how my first week has gone.
Peace our girl (and boy, and whatever your pronoun is) scouts.
P.S. If ya’ll want any recipe ideas, leave a comment and I’ll post some!