On Day 3 of the Whole30, I spent my commute home from work deciding if I would continue with this ridiculous abuse of myself being called a diet. If you’re not familiar, the Whole30 is a detox of certain types of foods for thirty days. For the duration, I would abstain from:
- Whole grains
- Added sugar (or substitutes – yes, even agave)
- and…what was that last one…oh…fun.
Everyone’s question after I told them: what else is left? Exactly. Yet, even though I lasted a mere 30 hours on that stupid lemonade diet (google it), I thought I could survive thirty days without what I thought were my vital nutrients (like rosé wine). I had even convinced my friend, Erin, to join me, starting the same day. That was Monday, and by Wednesday we were in the rationalization stage.Continue Reading