On Monday, Krug and I will be embarking into the new territory known as Whole30. I know we’re all behind the times on this whole paleo thing, but our friends are coming off an epic experience with it, Krug’s not been feeling great, and I’m up for a challenge so we thought swearing off all our favorite foods (and booze! You can’t see, but tears are rolling down my cheeks) would be a character building experience. And would make us feel super human and unstoppable. And maybe I’ll lose like twenty pounds even. And look younger.
So, you can tell my expectations are at an appropriate level.
Now that we’ve covered all the positives, let’s talk about my fears.
Coffee with milk.
So, you should know about me that motivation for coffee is the primary driver that gets me out of bed in the am. Krug even makes it and brings it upstairs for me. That said, black coffee makes is not even a distant cousin of coffee with milk and fills me with dismay even thinking about it (I’m making a face as a type just thinking about it). I hear I can try coconut milk. I like coconuts and I like milk , so I’m hopeful this will be delicious. Still, I’m scared.
No booze for thirty days? There are no words.
I like cheese and feel it completes many a taco or pasta meal, but I feel like I can manage this one.
Breads and Pasta.
Pasta I’m not so worried about, but losing bread in my diet is sort of like losing an arm. I can’t imagine not having it. I won’t feel like myself without it. I’ll miss it a whole lot.
I’m sure as I dive in, I’ll find other things I’ll have to cut out and that will make me sad. But, I’m committed I’m fired up for this challenge. I even cleaned my fridge (not sure how that’s related but it’s related to food and was cleansing). But, first, I plan to do the opposite of what Whole30 suggests and spend the weekend eating bread, eating super bowl snacks, and drinking bourbon cocktails. And maybe I'll even come back and post updates. Or share something craft-related! :)