Chasing depression into her own corner.
— six word story #33
In five days I will start my 4th Whole30 since beginning my Paleo journey last summer. At first I was excited about cleaning up my diet and the possibility of creating stronger abs, arms, and pecs. Now, however, since I’ve been eating mostly clean for over a week, I’m feeling good and strong. I’m feeling like I don’t need the strict clean-up. Yes, I have the pre-Whole30 jitters.
Regardless of these feelings, however, I want to make this commitment to my health and well-being. Since my first Whole30 last October, each subsequent 30 days of strict clean eating has been less and less hard to accomplish. It really is a worthwhile commitment and journey. So, on October 1, I’m off almond milk lattes at Peet’s, I won’t be having fried sweet potato (or any other fries), no ice cream or cheese, and absolutely no grains. I don’t crave legumes or alcohol, so those are never a problem. Fries and sugary, grainy treats, though… Yes, problems.
Last night I treated myself to nacho fries, which were delicious and topped with mostly good things (besides the cheese)—pico de gallo, jalapenos, and guacamole. Tonight, I’m debating on hitting up Curry Up Now for their sexy fries or Fenton’s (I’ve mentioned Fenton’s in the past) for my last ice cream treat. I also want to visit Batter Up in the outer Mission district. Apparently, it’s a walk-up that serves deep-fried dogs, links, sausages, twix, twinkies, oreos, and peanut butter cups; and I am so looking forward to this fried treat (I know, I’m pathetic). Everything in moderation, though, because when I weigh myself on October 1, I don’t want the amount to be skewed by overindulgence and bloat.
Wish me well these next few days…and beyond.
I’m in love with this apartment.
It’s a micro-aggression. It’s a backhanded compliment. And it’s simply inaccurate.