Whole 30: The Halfway Point
The start of Whole30 felt both distant and yesterday when I crossed day 15 off my calendar. To some degree, I feel like I've been on the Whole 30 my whole life. But I continue to buy food I can't eat, because my grocery store anxiety always leads to misread labels.
So, the Whole 30 and I are halfway through our relationship. Here's how I feel about it.
I am a foodie. I've always been a foodie--even when I was a picky child who ate grilled cheese on local sourdough bread, or an adult who can name all the best olive appetizers in the East Bay. This being said, food and I struggle to coexist, and I didn't think that would change.
The Whole 30 has changed my feelings about food.
I have a higher desire for complex flavors, food made with love, and really understanding what's on my plate. I don't want to eat off the Whole Foods' hot bar anymore. Careless food choices now seem lazy. Instead of saying "I can't eat that," I realize "I don't want to eat that." I've achieved a place of mindful eating (for now).
But, don't get me wrong, the struggle has been real.
- It's totally difficult to not OD on eggs. I just choose to eat them cooked differently every day.
- Seasoning saved my life these last two weeks.
- La Croix. Enough said.
- I no longer believe in the maintenance meal. Only meal's with a purpose.
- No cooking in large batches. I've taken slow food to a new level of hipster.
- My body doesn't feel any different. My impatience struggles with this.
- I failed making kale chips, but found they sautéed really well the next day.
- I attempted to eat questionable turkey bacon. I only made it 2 bites.
- I bought kale chips after reading all of the ingredients...incorrectly, promptly giving them away.
- I ate too many cashews, but learned a lot about the cashew plant.
- I spent a week bloated because I forgot I cannot eat Ghee.
Instead of saying "I can't eat that," I realize "I don't want to eat that." I've achieved a place of mindful eating.
My excitement for food is evolving. That being said, I did eat two spoonfuls of coconut butter for dinner. But nobody said the Whole 30 would change my life...or did they?
Here's to making it halfway. May the rest of the journey be as fruitful as this.