So I am joining the crunchy
mother woman hippy revolution and doing a Whole 30 Challenge. If you haven’t heard, it’s basically eliminating grains and really, anything that comes in a box with a label. Which is all crap in the long run, and you know it. I will miss pizza. I really miss half and half and cane sugar in the coffee. Most of all, I’ll miss my wine. And it’s only day one!!!
The toddler barely eats at all these days so I broke down and got her a box of Annie’s Cheddar Bunnies. They are calling to me as we speak and the girl isn’t eating those either. Le Sigh. Now they just sit there and tempt me all damn day. I had a few this last weekend. I noticed the crappy bloating feeling from doing so. I stepped on the scale too and noticed WOW my weight is still where it was a month ago. Even with eating paleo/primal most of the time, exercising somewhat regularly and taking the levothyroxine the doc prescribed. What freaking gives??!?!?!
Oh, maybe those glasses of wine in the evenings. Which we all know lead to dark chocolate and various other desserts I do not need. But cmon, it’s supposed to be 80/20 or something anyway… Yeah, I don’t think it’s going to work for me unless I really try 100%. Yay.
So I got to thinking. Let me just print out the *rules* for the Whole 30 Challenge and see what husbeast says. He’s on board. WHAT? Yes. He said he’d try. Guess what he did? Ate oreos for breakfast this AM. Well– ok, he’s at least going to be supportive of me. And, if all goes well, it’ll end on the 4th of July. Perfect timing for me to have a celebratory glass of wine! And it’s only 30 days right? I can do this! There is no way I won’t loose at least *some* weight and I’ll supposedly feel amazing. I can DO THIS.
And so, I decided that I will write about it. No, I won’t take pictures of my food/plates. Unless you want to look at a sink full of dirty dishes. That’s pretty much my house 24-7 these days. If you want food pron paleo-style, go to Nom Nom Paleo, she’s amazing! I will however mention what I’m eating. And would love to get suggestions/recipes/tsks about how I’m doing it wrong, etc.
I drank coffee black today. It felt blasphemous.
Filet mignon (darn it was bacon wrapped! I didn’t eat *all* the bacon) and eggs at a local diner. Fruit on the side I didn’t touch. I know, I know, they probably fried everything in a seed oil, no, I didn’t bother asking. I’m not that hardcore.
Ice tea. No sugar! The squeeze of lime made it good!
A forman grilled chicken breast with 21 season salute from Trader Joe’s, romaine, tomato, carrot salad. With olive oil and balsamic.
Some grapes and canned pear. Because I’m ghetto like that. Yes, I know about the BPA. Tell Target to stop selling it then, yeah?
Balsamic, garlic and basil marinated london broil I hope to not overcook. I hate a tough steak! Kale and zucchini sauté in the juices. And some fruit for dessert (maybe), NOT WINE OR DARK CHOCOLATE!