Whole30: Week 4 + Beyond

Holy shit, I made it to Week 4. 

Days 16-27: Tiger Blood!

I finally get it. I am not exactly “jumping for joy” in the morning, but once I can get my feet on the floor, mornings aren’t nearly as torturous as they have been for the last 25 years. The coolest part? No 3pm feeling and by the time 5pm rolls around, I am ready to keep the party going (assuming by party you mean: cooking, cleaning, running, reading, chatting, exploring or anything you wanted to do after work but was way too tired to do).

I felt just as awesome as I did during Week 3 and by Week 4, my new habits and lifestyle have become routine. My cravings are gone, I know how to navigate a menu, my cooking and grocery shopping skills are on point. This has become something I can definitely see myself doing, in some capacity, for the foreseeable future.

(Interlude) Day 21: I am so over this.


Day 28: 28 is as good as 30…right?

Day 28 was a hard day for me. I tossed a whole serving of delicious Mediterranean rice and hummus because it “wasn’t Whole30.” I had run into this before moral dilemma before, but this time it almost killed me. 28 is as good as 30, right?! And second place is for losers. Goodbye, rice.

Days 29-30: HolyOprahIt’sAlmostOverWhatAmIGoingToEatNow?!?!?

I’ve been counting down until this day for the past 30 days. And you better believe I will be having a big bowl of froyo for dinner tomorrow. And pizza.

Day 31: Deep breathing. And maybe some ice cream.

If by “some ice cream” you mean “all the food I have ever dreamed of eating ever,” then yeah,  you nailed it. I woke up this morning feeling very accomplished and ready to dabble in non-Whole30 treats while sticking to my new found habits. Only to be assaulted with all the best junk food, beautifully arranged on my desk, patiently waiting for my return to the dark side. And I was hella excited to be back.

Day 32 38: Back at it.

Back at it? Psh. As I write this, it is 7 full days from my Day 30 and I am slowly (and painfully) finding my way back to my new habits. I spent Days 31-37 re-connecting with my long-lost friends, vodka and carbs. We had a lot of catching up to do. It was kinda like getting back together with an ex. “It was gonna be better this time. You were going to give each other space and truly enjoy each other when you were together. You figured yourself out and now you are ready to re-enter a healthy relationship together. It would be hard and kinda complicated, but so worth it.”  But, my babies, you and I both know this is never how it actually goes.

After a long, long weekend of “working things out” with carbs and booze, I felt like I was exactly back to where I started. Except this time, I knew what life without my vices felt like. And it honestly rocked. The same feeling that you have when you finally realize you ARE gonna be okay without your ex. So how do I get back to that Tiger’s Blood?!

And Beyond

It would be foolish for me to try to claim that I will swear off booze, carbs, dairy, sugar and legumes forever. I love food and I love booze, both of whom love me back. But, knowing what my body feels like without those things might be worth some sacrifices.

What you take away from the Whole30 is going to be different for everyone. For me, I proved to myself that I could in fact do (and do it well) the Whole30. And I learned that booze is doesn’t always have to be an integral part of the party. I decided that at this point in my life, I am willing to cut out gluten and dairy to feel that Tiger’s Blood. I re-connected with so many old and new friends about my journey and shared tips, recipes and advice with curious, future Whole30-ers. I expanded my cooking skills and got really good at grocery shopping. And I think it is safe to say, the Whole30 changed my life.

My Whole30 is over (for now), but that doesn’t mean the fun has to stop! If you have any questions about my Whole30 journey and how I survived or if you just need a Whole30 buddy, leave me a comment below or connect with me on Snapchat (I promise to keep the recipes coming! Sorry, not sorry, if you hate them).

Thank you sincerely for listening to me whine for 30 days. And for holding me accountable. Your silent (and no so silent) support was/is more helpful than you’ll ever know.



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