Life after Whole 30

  So the end of 30 days without all those things has come and gone. By the time it was day 30 I had in fact stopped counting and just ritualistically gone about my day. It is truer than true that old saying about a month to make or break a habit. And I broke so many. How do I feel? Amazing still. How do I look? Less boated, more energized, not puffy eyed in the morning, skin clear, sun shining birds chirping yadda yadda yadda the whole 9 ( pun intended). The major point I would like to make is that all these whole 30 survivors have the same end story to tell. And we all can't be wrong. There is something in our processed foods that is seriously wrong for us to put into our bodies. Sugar does not need to be added to every single solitary item of edibles. We can aim for a much healthier life. Period.

 My husband the carbavore has been changed too. He actually told me with his own mouthparts and no gun to his head, that he would like to do whole 30 a few times a year and also to eat mostly paleo from here on out. I was in awe. But that shows me he really felt the changes too. He and I started this challenge with our own personal goals and hurdles mapped out and I think that is the best approach. Personal strides in a group of people trying the same approach. My team of friends and strangers were amazing because we were all on the same mental road cheering one another on and giving tips and feedback freely without risk of judgement. All encouraging and not even an ounce of all knowing behavior. Celebrating all the scale and non scale victories and trouble shooting the mysteries. Some ahead on the calendar and some later made for a great balance of timeline prediction in human form not just the actual whole 30 timeline on paper. Every personal story celebrated.


 The journey is real. The sugar dragon is real. The weight I lost is secondary to how I feel. All the same things you are reading from blogger to blogger that has taken this challenge. It's all real. Real food is the best thing for any person. That should never even be a question but just a simple fact. If you want to simplify your habits, try it. If you want to stalk my food pics, that's cool too.



 Reintroduction Captain's log: My body wants nothing to do with grains. My joint pain that went completely away at week two? It came on back with a vengeance. So I do know what to avoid and my suspicions were spot on. I have had soy, cheese, and legumes with no problems at all. I will enjoy these in light moderation as I have in the past. Grains however can kiss my much smaller ass.


 Wine and I are seeing eachother again as well. Distance did make the heart grow fonder. Though we wont be going steady again any time soon, we both know my love is unconditional.

sugar baby

I just washed the stickiest grossest baby I have ever seen. Watermelon in the hair, syrup rubbed on the arms and face as though it were a luxurious lotion. Pancakes in the ears too. All accomplished in about 30 minutes or less. With the help of Grandpa. I think I may have done about 234 laps up and down the stairs to bring various food items ( or correct temperature because I apparently allowed the pancakes to cool TOO much for the old man). And after the first course of breakfast, my Pops informs me that "they ( he and Aidan) will be needing a large bowl of watermelon, cubed, to share". Really? Ok. Fine. "Oh and another pancake". Hmm. Ok. "And the last few were too dry. More syrup". Grrrrr. And then, after my last waitress trip up and down, I saw the coolest thing. My kid looked at me as my Dad says " uh oh there's Momma". The two conspire already. And my monster is totally in on it. He had his " naughty" grin on and everything. I had to smile. I decided they were fine and I turned to go up and make myself a cup of coffee ( finally) and told dad "Do not give him any syrup, he doesn't need the sugar" and had the thought to watch him as he said "Ok" while forking a few sloppy syruped squares of his pancakes onto Aidan's tray. "Damnit Dad!!! I can see you!" I couldn't believe it. What a brat. "Oohkayyyy, no more I swear" he laughed.

That is his right, I remind myself, as his grandparent. To spoil the beast. And then yell up to me that the child is done and squealing. My cue to remove him and promptly plop him into the tub.

I am extremely glad to have my Daddy here to hang with my kid. And these moments are hilarious. I got my stair climber workout for the day which is great because I plan to first sit in my jammies with my best girl and watch the teeny bopper Justin Bieber movie. Then off to a buffet dinner with my awesome in laws for a belated Mother' Day feast.

The boy aught to be happy because this means he gets to do his favorite thing twice today. Eat till he can't eat no more. What a piggy.




Word of the day:

Sugar Glazed
The look in a childs eyes as the pupils dilate and they catch a serious sugar buzz. Right before they completely lose control and sing or flail or whatever maniacal outlet they find.