Yeah, about that.
I’d started off planning to have a few cheats — a few planned cocktail parties. I’ve been super honest in this space about how I’ve been doing. Until last Friday, that was pretty damn good.
Then the snowstorm hit and I lost all resolve. Meaning, I didn’t even really try.
Friday night, my coworkers were going to get drinks at Hill Country. Fine. Drinks. I’m in.
Saturday, Lacey invited me and some friends over for dinner. I had planned on having some beverages at a cocktail party that night that got canceled so I carried that over to stormageddon and had some wine and pasta and fun.
Sunday, I felt like crap all day. Bloated, upset stomach, foggy. How often was I feeling like that before?
Monday I hopped back on the Whole 30 train, where I stayed until yesterday afternoon. We had some changes at work, and it was a very difficult day for all, and many many glasses of wine were involved. Could I have not partaken? Sure. Did I want to do that? Hell no.
Followed by some bagels this morning.
Lunch came and: OK, do I give up? Do I stay this through for the next week?
Well, I have come this far. Even though I, in no way, strictly followed the Whole 30 rules, I think I’ve still seen some great results and learned a ton, even if I didn’t follow this to the letter.
My goal for the next week is to stick to this as best as possible and also really think about what parts of this I want to keep in my life following this. Once my body adjusted that first week, I really have felt better — especially without the gluten.
So, just because I messed up colossally a few times, I don’t consider this an overall failure.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have more sweet potatoes to cook.