About that Whole 30 Thing
Just so you know where this post is coming from: oftentimes what I put here is a fraction of what's really going on in life for me and oftentimes just the lens around body issues/food and fitness. If you follow me on Facebook you know that's a more accurate picture of whassup. Yesterday, for instance, nearly did me in, as it was my first day taking Lucia to school by myself and managing baby's eating/my eating/pumping schedule. Seemed really straightforward from the outset, but left me sobbing by 10:30 a.m. Lessons were learned, let's just say that.
What I am trying to say is that if you're reading to check in on what's up with me, know that this isn't the whole picture. Kinda goes without saying, right? Just in case it didn't, DISCLAIMER.
As I mentioned, the oatmeal = puffy HL. Ok maybe it was the sugar too, and it's been no holds barred in that area too. Hello daily Thin Mints ritual. Whenever I feel puffy like this, I am always drawn to the restricted nature of the Whole 30, thinking THAT'LL DO IT. And it has, and it does. And there's something very appealing about having it be non-negotiable in my brain; these are the rules, here's what's allowed and here's what's not. There's no gray area, there's no well maybe just the more than 72% dark chocolate qualifies because of the flavonoids, etc. There's no wiggle room.
I find myself whenever I do these trying to be the goddamn valedictorian/perfectionist of the Whole 30 and I get all this energy around MUST DO IT PERFECT. It's exactly what Krista Scott-Dixon talks about in this article (she's the creator of the Lean Eating program, btw) I highlighted the resonant parts: