The weekend went better than I thought it would, Whole30-wise.
I didn't try to get fancy with the Whole30 - I stuck with my nicely lined up water bottles, poached chicken and baked sweet potatoes. And some lettuce and avocado salad with oilve oil and salt as a dressing.
I did have a bite of challah on Friday night, but there was really no getting around that.
We had company for lunch on Shabbos and they brought brownies with them. I love a brownie. Or twenty. But I did not have even one crumb. It also helped that Josh cut up and handed out the all desserts because otherwise it would have been me and that pan of brownies under the dining room table.
Oh, and in case anyone is keeping track, I finally went to the fruit store today so we should be good for a week of roasted butternut squash and extra sweet oranges. Sometimes I make pretend that my orange is really a piece of chocolate. It's okay, you can laugh at me, my family did.
Tonight, I prepped for the next few days by poaching a few pieces of salmon, boiling eggs, cutting vegetables for a soup and defrosting a few chicken cutlets. I really feel like the prepping is the key, otherwise I'd be all over the place. And hungry. Not a good combination.
So here is what I see going on so far: In the past week, I have not had heartburn (a somewhat frequent occurance for me). I have not woken up with a headache even one time (a somewhat more than frequent occurence for me). And I have been able wake up earlier than usual and actually be productive before the kids leave for school (a huge change for me). And, finally, I have been much less hungry. Like in Friday, I forgot to each lunch. Forgot. In my life, I don't think I have ever forgotten to have a meal. And yet, on Friday, I did. At first I was concerned. And then I was happy.
If for no other reason than the whole lunch-forgetting thing, I'd say this has all been worth it so far. I will, however, be accepting invitations for a Dunkin Donuts coffee run in about three weeks. I already have one invite, but a few backup ones can't hurt. Just saying.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)