Have you heard of this whole30? I didn’t know it existed until a friend of mine came to a party talking about how she had just finished her whole30. She said she lost fifteen pounds and felt amazing. As she said this my ears perked up and I was hanging on her every word. You see, I hadn’t quite lost my baby weight. I actually hadn’t lost the weight from my first baby which had been 3.5 years ago. Intrigued I went home and googled all things whole30.
Then I got depressed. No sugar. No flour. No DAIRY! For thirty days straight. But the worst was no peanut butter. I mean, how could anyone live without peanut butter! I actually feel bad for people who are allergic to it because it is amazing. I rationalized in my head that I could do it. Then, I decided maybe that was too extreme and to merely try eating clean. But it was almost Halloween and then of course there’s Thanksgiving and Christmas. I just couldn’t find my window of opportunity. I had thrown whole30 out the window.
After months of pinning recipes and ignoring the tug of whole30 I finally caved after seeing a horrible photo of myself. Isn’t funny how mirrors and photos show us exactly what we had hoped wasn’t true? The other problem nagging me was that I couldn’t fit my wedding ring on my finger. I hated not being able to wear it. So, instead of rationalizing that it was too hard and giving myself a million excuses as to why I couldn’t do it, I told everyone I knew I was starting and used my pride and stubbornness to get me through.
The first day of whole30 I had a raging headache and was slightly miffed that my pants didn’t fit. I mean I had eaten healthy ALL DAY LONG! I wanted to cave so badly, but I didn’t. I would win. After the first week I felt good. I meal prepped every Sunday and made sure that I had snacks in case we went somewhere that I knew would not be whole30 approved. I even brought my own salad dressing to dinner. I was THAT person.
I discovered LaCroix. It was like a breath of fresh air when I needed a little pick me up. I made homemade guacamole and ate it with plantain chips. Most of my dinners were whole30 compliant and if they weren’t I either modified or ate something I knew was okay. Some nights the family ate pizza and I ate leftover chicken with sweet potato fries and chipotle mayo. I wasn’t deprived at all.
There were times when it was very hard. Like when we went to a friend’s home for brunch. She is an amazing cook and I so desperately wanted to eat all the goodies that were sitting at the table. And the pre-whole30 me would have just given up in a second. But the new whole30 me ate fruit and brought my own almonds. Something changed for me mentally while going through whole30. I realized I didn’t have to have dessert. I didn’t die if I declined to eat the chocolate. My life wasn’t over if I didn’t eat brownies, or cookies, or pizza. Who knew?! I had never felt more in control.
By the end of my whole30 I had learned a lot about myself and my relationship with food. We saved a lot of money because I wasn’t going to go out to eat and so none of us went out to eat. I gained quite a few new recipes for my dinners. And I lost 15 pounds. My wedding ring fits. And I also saved myself a Butterfinger egg to eat on day 31. Because chocolate. Right?!