Total honesty here. Aside from the several days a week or so ago when I was feeling downright grouchy, this Whole30 experience hasn't been bad at all. I've been lucky, of course, that my husband not only signed up for this journey with me (albeit a tad grudgingly at first), he's jumped right into the spirit of, well, "the whole" thing. As I speak, he's busily preparing yet another breakfast recipe that is Whole30 compliant. Seriously! Not only is he making it, he went on-line to purchase the odd-ball ingredients that are virtually impossible to find in a normal grocery store. Can you say "he's awesome"? He is. This one is some sort of compliant "cereal" with apples and date syrup. A few mornings ago, he made a phenomenal breakfast casserole with sweet potatoes, Brussels sprouts, onions, an entire package of bacon (which he drove to Whole Foods to acquire) and eggs. You might be thinking, "Yuck!"; let me tell you, it was anything but.
So, yeah. We've experienced a lot of new recipes, figured out how to modify many of our tried and true ones, and spent a lot of time together these past days talking about food, shopping, and hanging out in the kitchen together. We've brought our parents along for the ride and I haven't heard any of them complaining about the fare we've served them. We do not know for sure if we've lost any weight (weighing is not allowed until Day 31 (which is "The End")), yet, I can see Mr. B's lost weight by looking at his face and I know that it's very likely I've shed some myself.
We've established new rituals to replace our 6:00 cocktail hour and sipping on wine while watching Game of Thrones. Now, we walk Hesed a bit after 6:00, then come home and prepare our dinner. If we watch a movie or a TV show, tea is our "treat". You may have picked up on a little of my waning enthusiasm on this point. I MISS MY WINE.
I've said it before, I'll say it again. For anyone who drinks on a routine basis (more than occasionally), I think it's a great idea to, every once in awhile, forgo it. Frankly, this probably isn't a bad thing to do for anything we may wonder if we have an addiction to. Who wants to spend their life with happiness, satisfaction, joy or (fill in the blank with your own desired state of being) dependent on a substance? Ok, I'm not judging those who have bona fide addictions here; I'm talking about the majority of us who think we cannot go without something, but, we really can.
Off soapbox.
So, yeah. I'll be glad when I can drink my vino. Vino with dinner, some good vino shared while having a long conversation with my Mom or my friend Syb, enjoying a special bottle of Zin with Mark, sipping on wine while playing cards with Mom B. Not to mention, I will have two months worth of wine club wine waiting for me at Cheers to Wine!
Four. More. Nights.
Other than my bizarre cravings for ice cream and donuts last week, I've been lucky in that I've not experienced an urge for something I routinely ate but had to give up. However, yesterday I was fumbling in my purse pocket for my phone, which seemed to be really crammed down in there more than usual. I finally got it yanked out, and along with it came a myriad of purse lint: hair ties, five thousand ball point pens, a crumpled tissues (I hope it was clean), and a lone miniature size bar of Hershey's Special Dark. I stared at it, while images of Richard from the movie "Somewhere in Time" gazing in horror at a penny he'd pulled from his pocket ran through my mind. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you'll have to check out the movie.
For those who don't know, I could exist on: Red Wine, Cheez-Its, and Dark Chocolate. I saw images of myself unwrapping the chocolate and gobbling it down, looking guiltily about me to see if anyone had seen me.
Thankfully it came out of the purse wrapped, otherwise, all bets may have been off; the few seconds it took me to consider unwrapping it were enough to bring me to my senses. Back to Day 1 for a tiny piece of stale and partially melted chocolate? Nah. Sorry, Richard. I had a choice, you didn't (but, seriously; how did you manage to get back in time with a 1970 penny in your pocket? Script-flaw).
Four more days (and nights) to go and we'll be in Reintroduction Mode. This is when we'll need to be brutally honest with ourselves: Does anything we add back cause us to not feel so great?
More to come!
Mrs. B
PS
The cereal, along with apples and date syrup, is yummy! Sorta like Cream of White minus the wheat and the cream.
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