Alice loves that cat. And Big Kitty tolerates Alice. Most of the time.
It's day three of my Whole30 and I'm just now starting to realize how long thirty days actually is. Sure, in the grand scheme of my life, it's a drop in the bucket but, at 2PM on a Thursday when I'm hungry and cranky and tired and wishing for a quick cheese-and-crackers snack or counting the minutes until I can crack a beer with Lee, thirty days feels like an eternity.
I feel better today than I thought I would after three days of no sugar, grains, legumes, or alcohol. It's funny how mindless eating can be when you aren't following a specific sort of diet. Licking Alice's yogurt spoon. Finishing off her half-eaten waffle. Grabbing a few crackers after opening the cupboard to find something else. Today I had to check myself as I went about my day and, more than once, I had to remind myself not to do those usual behaviors.
For the most part, I haven't been hungry as I am eating a lot of food. Here's an example of what I ate today: Leftover slow-cooked beef over mashed sweet potatoes with a huge side of kale and mushrooms sauteed in coconut oil. Oh, and because I didn't realize how much food was on my plate, I also scrambled two eggs.
And that was just what I ate for breakfast!
It's not all sunshine and rainbows, though, as I have had a mild headache this evening and I felt more short-tempered than usual at various times throughout the day. And as Lee and Alice enjoyed their after-dinner scoop of vanilla ice cream, I busied myself with cleaning the kitchen because, you know, out of sight, out of mind.
26 more days to go.
She's yelling, "BIIIIIIIG KIIIIIIIIIITY!!"