Looking Back: The End of Whole 30
The Whole 30 ended as abruptly as it began. When the clock struck midnight a few weeks ago, I gave a sigh of relief followed by severe anxiety.
How would my relationship with food change? Did the Whole 30 change my life forever?
Plagued by these questions, I headed to the farmer's market with the hopes the universe and the apple growers would give me some sort of sign.
The sign came in the form of the most amazing vegan ice cream. A single spoonful of coconut cream, maple syrup, and vanilla. It was delicious, but I found myself eating it in secret, as if I was doing something wrong.
What did the Whole 30 do to me?
Later I felt my stomach turn.
"No regrets!" I told myself, but it was too late. The Whole 30 has infiltrated my psyche.
A few nights later I tried some of my favorite Bay Area brussel sprouts. Their texture was on point, but flavor was lackluster, as if the sprouts were enbalmed in their macadamia nut sauce. I longed for the sprouts I remember, and the joy they once gave my taste buds and stomach. Then I nearly threw up.
Later I took a stab at the Whole Foods' hot bar, or as we at work call it "The Cafeteria." The hot bar has been a staple of my daily dietary life the past three years, but as soon as I tasted their balsamic sprouts I was struck with disappointment.
The Whole 30 ruined my love of food. Or did it just rewrite it?
As the weeks have passed I've given up on "The Cafeteria," continuing to make sweet potato noodles in my spiralizer, or braise a pork belly with kale. It's easier, it's cheaper, and it seems to be what my body prefers. I've become a whole new level of food snob. One who alerts managers of overcooked brussel sprouts, or disappointing dressing. My palette has evolved, hopefully for the best.
And, while I miss things like chocolate, and have days in which every gluten-enriched carbohydrate tries to seduce me, I shake it off, reach for an apple, knowing that maybe, one day, it will all be different, but for now, my body will thank me.
Until then, please pass the La Croix.