I have decided to try the Whole 30 program. For those of you who do not know what Whole 30 is, it is a 30 Day plan with a whole lot of restrictions and you follow it for a whole 30 days. To learn more, click here: https://whole30.com/. It’s designed for you to follow to the letter for 30 days, no cheating, no excuses and no sympathy. Also, no sugar, no sweeteners, no dairy, no grains, no fun, no hot fudge sundaes, no waffles, ooops, got a little sidetracked there.
A friend told me to journal this process. However, I’m an overachiever and want to share my pain so I’ve decided to blog it. I’m also fortunate to have a friend who has decided to do this with me so that I have a support system.
My whole 30 buddy, whom I shall refer to as “S”, is one of those young, blonde, naturally beautiful people. That type always needs a chubby, sharp tongued brunette sidekick, i.e. me. S is on fire for Whole 30. And took on a somewhat sinister demeanor when she told me “you better do this.” I gotta tell ya, I outweigh S substantially, but I was a little frightened of her when she said that to me.
Today I threw together my Whole 30 shopping list, sat on the couch and pondered what my last sopping fat meal will be that will tie me over for the next 30 days. I’ve been eating horribly for the past few days to get it out of my system so my fat creativity was shot and all I came up with was a box of this:
How bad ass, right? However, I won’t be allowed to indulge in anything in this enchilada for the next 30 days so whatevs. After spending an hour and a half at the grocery store, walking past aisle after aisle of what I can’t eat, searching for a coconut milk that I can use in my coffee (yeah, I can keep coffee so that I won’t pile up a body count) I finally hit the checkout. This was after I rounded a corner and ran into a cart piled high with Halloween candy. Which I will see everyday from now until the end of the month, because let’s face it, I live in the fattest country in the world and that’s how we roll. Literally, we can roll…especially if you knock us down.
Here is how I foresee the next 30 days: yelling, crying, wondering why I signed up for this, crying a little more, denial (cauliflower is my friend).
Oh, and Whole 30 expects me to exercise. Because they wouldn’t be completely sadistic if they didn’t expect you to exercise. I look forward to sharing this journey with you. It will be completely honest, uncensored, no holds barred blogging.
What’s the worst diet experience you’ve ever had?