I’m doing it. It’s time. WAY past time.
This is not an April Fool’s joke, either.
It’s time to stop eating the Teen’s Nutella. And replacing it with a fresh jar. And eating that Nutella, too.
Today, the Husband and I begin a Whole30. There’s no affiliate bullshit here, I don’t make any money by referring you to their website, I’m just letting you know what it’s all about. It’s hardcore, strict as hell paleo eating, for 30 days. No sugar of any kind in anything. No grains. No alcohol. No dairy. Whole foods only, no “paleofied muffins” or any of that. You’d be amazed how much cauliflower can do, though. And bacon. And kale.
I have to break this ugly sugar cycle, and this is the only way that has consistently worked, in the past. Thankfully, I’ve done it a few times, so I know what to cook and how to shop. That said, I may end up being even more of a bitch than normal, for a while. Sugar withdrawal is a nasty, nasty thing.
Yesterday, we went on a bit of a rampage, getting in our last bad-for-you-but-so-damn-tasty foods. There was plenty of chocolate. A burger and fries. A cupcake. A whoopie pie. So I’m hungover, today, but I’ll manage.
I’m not turning this into a food blog or anything crazy. But I may do some complaining about the amount of food prep I have to do, over the coming weeks. Making everything from scratch takes a fucking long time, some days. And the Teen and Threenager won’t be on this journey with us, so I have to prep even MORE food. YAY. But it’s my choice, so I’ll shut the fuck up about it. Until I don’t, ha ha.
So here’s to Day 1…