For the last 30 days I was on a... well, let's call it an eating plan because I hate the word diet. It was called The Whole30. (Run-down: No dairy, no grains, no sugar, no artificial sweeteners, no legumes... for 30 days. Click on the link if you want more deets.) The purpose of it was to escape from any bad habits or emotional ties with food, get rid of processed staples in your diet, learn how your body feels when you're feeding it only the good stuff, and learn good habits when it comes to eating lots of vegetables.I felt good while I was eating the Whole30 way--like my body was functioning more efficiently. I trimmed up a little bit; most importantly, I just felt slimmer and more fit. It was a pain having to eat differently than everyone else around me, but definitely manageable. Yesterday, (Day 30 of the Whole30) I was proud of my diligence, and feeling very accomplished for achieving my goal. Not to mention being super excited to eat whatever the heck I wanted in just a few hours.
...I had been envisioning this day of eating for weeks. I pictured a lot of different meal possibilities... Orange rolls and cold cereal for breakfast, some fat burger with fries and a shake for lunch, a mass pizza consumption for dinner, and homemade pie for dessert. I just knew it was going to be a special day...
So here we are, the end of my break day, and guess what: I ate like a champ. I started out with a green smoothie and German Pancakes for breakfast with cinnamon honey syrup. For lunch I went to a Thai restaurant with a friend and enjoyed some drunken noodles. For dinner I actually had Thai food again: (Thai twice in one day is fine with me) yellow curry, pad thai and some mango-chicken-stir-fry dish. It was all good. For dessert we made some oatmeal cookies (enjoying the dough throughout the preparation) and tried them with some Bluebell coconut fudge ice cream. I enjoyed every bite.
I know you want to ask: How does she feel now, with all that butter and sugar consumption after 30 days of nothing? Well I'll tell you.
Awful.
Someone get all these simple carbs out of my system. And grab me a spinach salad while you're at it. I feel like a walking log with a stomach ache, and it's not my favorite.
