It's a million years later but here I am! I couldn't even remember how to find my blog to sign in or what it was called. I always have excuses to put off reading and writing but feel like my time has been sucked away by horrible wastes of time like Facebook and Instagram. I started the new year with resolving to read much more and to try to keep my brain sharp. It's been a real blob lately. Like, oh, pictures of cats, LIKE. There's a food pic. Drool. Puppy video. Ha! I'm really easily entertained, folks. Just need more stimulation so I'm not a big dummy by the time I'm an old lady.
Also, I'm wanting to write more. So let's get right into it. This month I'm documenting my second journey through Whole 30. If you don't know what that is and care, go here http://whole30.com/.
If you don't care, stop reading. I won't know about it and I'll write something more fun in the future. Maybe. Sometimes I don't come back to write a blog for like, four years.
Anyway, last January my husband and I did the Whole 30 and it was like slowly dying inside. I felt like I had the flu and a hangover for three weeks. Then February came and it wasn't so bad, but we decided to have a "cheat day" so we could be somewhat normal and go out to dinner with friends. A cheat day initially began as a glass of wine or two with dinner, then that was slowly followed by handfuls of chocolate chips and dried cherries. More months came, and a few more cheat days were incorporated but we maintained clean eating for most of the year until Thanksgiving. Then it was yoga pants for a solid month, I couldn't decide what felt comfortable to wear to the office (a maxi skirt isn't acceptable in the winter) and we were ready to do another legit round of Whole 30.
Since our bodies recognized immediately what we were doing, Days 1-5 haven't been too bad for us. Yesterday while making dinner, I happened to glance at our wine rack and briefly felt sorry for myself because I couldn't have wine while I in the kitchen. One of my favorite things to do when I'm at home is to listen to Pandora or watch one of my YouTube subscriptions while I make dinner in the kitchen and drinking wine. My husband loves this because I'm in a very good mood when this happens. I wasn't in a bad mood after telling myself I couldn't have the wine last night, but I felt exhausted and ready for bed by seven o'clock. By eight, I felt like it was punishment that I was still awake so we crawled upstairs and I swear I was asleep before nine. I call this the sugar flu. My body recognizes what I'm doing but it still doesn't understand where the dark chocolate Lindt is, where the peppermint bark is, and why there isn't beautiful delicious wine in it.
Today, I'm fueled by bulletproof coffee and handfuls of pistachios after breakfast. Do people hate food pics? I think they do. I think I post too many of my food pics on my social media. DON'T CARE. Also, I talk about food. A LOT. If that's not your thing, maybe stop reading now too. Because I'll likely talk about what I eat and made. This Sunday, I decided I was Master of Everything when I made homemade mayonnaise. It was glorious and I felt like the guy that made fire. Then last night I made a buffalo chicken casserole with hot sauce and spaghetti squash. I think I like Whole 30 because I get to experiment in the kitchen. My next mission: lamb shanks. This intimidates me but I still want to give it a try. If it turns out looking like a burnt tire, I'll definitely upload a pic.
Happy Tuesday, friends!
Me
petsandgizzie
he's fierce!
