It’s never too late to start on your New Year’s Resolution, right? This is the first chapter of a pizza-loving girl tackling the Whole30 Challenge. I solemnly swear not to preach at you and to keep my whining at a minimum. This is simply my documented account of the 30-day journey (torture).
It feels like there is a new diet trend every week and there is always something terrible that I should stop eating immediately. I particularly hate when people preach at me about their new-found, life- changing awesome diet. It’s exhausting. I hate it (did i mention that?) and I’m sure it’s quite obvious based on my eye rolls. I’m gonna eat late night pizza after a bottle of wine (or two) and YOU, MA’AM, aren’t going to make me feel bad about it.
And while I still (passionately) love my wine and my pizza (and burritos and ice cream and tacos and cheese and hummus), I think I’ve finally gotten to a point at which in can begin dabbling in the science of food. My mom (who has run marathons and already loves healthy food) tried the Whole30 and honest to god, I’ve never heard her talk more passionately about ANYTHING. And she’s a spirited lady. So, I bought the book and decided to give it a whirl.
I, and anyone who has ever done a Whole30 challenge, strongly recommend getting The Whole30 book. Understanding the science behind why you are going to voluntarily neglect yourself from the goodness in the world (alcohol, sugar, grains, legumes and dairy) for 30 days makes it much easier to digest (pun intended). After a few chapters, I have to admit that I’m intrigued and excited about the possibility of having more energy, better sleep, brighter disposition, improved focus. I got things to do and not enough time in my day. And, if eating smarter can help me maximize that time…I’ll keep reading.
Ok. Now wtf did I get myself into.