Ohh, chello there. Happy warmer weather days, Happy Easter, Happy Passover, Happy bunny and chocolate eating. Is it just me, or do Reese's Peanut Butter Cups taste better shaped as an egg? They do, I don't know why I asked. We have entered into my second favorite time of the year.
This past weekend, after many hours of St. Patty's Day fun, I came to the realization that sometimes I really hate my body. My feet were tired, my mind was happy, and if I'm being honest, I was a little bit tipsy. We sat down in a restaurant and I watched some of my friends share a deliciously cheesy pizza and another friend eat a yummy looking sandwich on fluffy, fluffy bread.
I've always longed to be the type of woman who spends her mornings out back in her garden, dirt plastered under her fingernails. The type of woman who makes soups and stews from all her own vegetables. But, in reality, I'm not.
Last week I finished thirty days of the most intense discipline I never thought I could handle. I went thirty days without tasting the yummiest things on earth: no sugar, grains, dairy, beans, soy, corn, alcohol. And guess what? I did it!
Okay, in part one of this story I told you all a little bit about my struggles these past years. My issues with weight, food, fertility (or lack thereof). I ended my last post talking about the Whole30 and what exactly that entails.
I haven't always been so great at sticking to "diet" plans. I would say for the majority of my life, I never needed to be. I was on a year-round swim team from ages ten to eighteen where I basically could eat whatever I wanted because we were swimming, running, and lifting weights twice a day. My senior year of high school I was diagnosed with PCOS and for the first time in my life, I struggled with weight gain.
So... I did it! I made it through my first week of being gluten and dairy free. Some days were easy, some were not. All in all, though, it wasn't too bad. I started last Monday and was pretty nervous about making this huge life change.