The “Can I do this? I think…maybe…I can!” Edition
When I announced on Facebook, perhaps presumptuously, that I was beginning the Whole30 plan, some of my friends expressed strong negative opinions. I don’t blame them, really. It seems counter-intuitive to not eat whole grains for a month, let alone forgo my beloved dairy.
[For what it’s worth, I’ve been cheating by adding heavy cream to my coffee. I feel guilty but not enough to stop.]
One friend, though, put it most succinctly: “It’s only one month. I will do it with you.”
Hi, friend! Being accountable to you has made this journey fun!
And then there’s this whole “feeling really good” thing. I mean, I feel good–really good. The bloated feeling is gone and the energy is back. The mental fuzzies are gone as is the depression, and my libido? Hello! How I’ve missed you, libido! (Clearly the timing on that one was perfect. ; )
Best of all, and this is a BIG one for me, temperance is sl….ow….ly becoming a habit. I have served Kettle potato chips without eating a one; we’ve had movie nights where I did not gnosh; and (perhaps the biggest test of all), I made a French Silk pie and didn’t cry as I served it.
[There will be other French Silk pies, believe me. I’m thinking I’ll have some on Day 31.]
[Along with a moderate serving of pasta.]
[And perhaps a glass of chocolate wine.]
So that’s how it’s going. I’m on Day 19.
It’s been fun! I feel grateful. I made a deal and I’ve kept it.