Over the last couple of years, I’ve become hyper aware of how certain foods affect my body. Gluten isn’t my friend and most dairy doesn’t like me all that much either. I tend to keep a relatively gluten and dairy-free diet, but every few months or so, I feel my eating habits start to slip and the gluten content of my diet in particular goes up.
You try walking past Paradox Pastry every day and not having the occasional treat. I seem to have blinders on when it comes to all of their gluten-free options, but have you had their Princess Ravioli sugar cookie? It’s hard to pass up.
I’ve traveled a lot over the last three months – Chicago in April, Minneapolis in May, Nicaragua in June – and I have thoroughly enjoyed the best food each new place has to offer. My stomach, however, has had other plans. I spend about half of my time with sharp stomach pains these days. It’s what I imagine it would feel like to have about a 1,000 tiny men, pulling at my stomach from all directions.
Because of this bad habit, I try to do some sort of reset every three to six months. Sometimes it’s as straightforward as cleaning up my diet a bit. Back in January, I went all in and did a Whole30. I felt so great by the end of it that I vowed not to go back to my old way of eating.
Which was obviously a lie because A) I like peanut butter too much and B) there’s nothing wrong with cheese and crackers and/or popcorn for dinner once in a while. Perks of being an adult.
I intended to start Whole30 last Wednesday, after the Fourth of July. Except I woke up with a sore through on the Fourth and by the end of our tubing extravaganza, I felt like death for the rest of the week, thanks to a summer cold. When I did want something to eat, it was nothing remotely Whole30.
Besides, Mondays are great for starting new – whatevers – right?
I don’t believe in that, by the way. I believe you make a change on whatever day you decide to make a change. No need to wait for a new week, a new month, a new year…
And so, here we are, day one of my second round of Whole30. The meals are prepped, the mind knows what to expect, and I haven’t had any major detox moments a whopping 12 hours into this ordeal.
But, I’ll let you in on a little confession.
I’m going to cheat a little this time.
There won’t be any gluten/dairy/legumes/soy/alcohol, but I do intend to put my usual dairy/gluten-free/not Whole30-approved creamer in my coffee and have accepted that I will (likely) cheat twice. I have a going away dinner and reservations for Charlottesville Restaurant Week at the same restaurant and while I have every intention of making smart choices, the world won’t end if the bacon on my dish isn’t 100% Whole30 compliant.
I realize this isn’t a “true” Whole30, but I’m more interested in going back to the gluten/dairy-free life and drastically cutting my sugar. After eating all the bread in Charlottesville on Saturday, I’m especially motivated to cut the gluten. My stomach has not been my friend since yesterday morning.
The chicken salad sandwich I ate at Jack’s Shop Kitchen was (mostly) worth it though.
An additional goal for Whole30 this time around is to try some new recipes. I’ve gotten pretty stale in the kitchen over the last couple of months, making the same few dishes over and over. If you have a recipe you’ve been loving, Whole30 or not, send it my way!
Now, remind me that I’ve made it 30 days without peanut butter, will you? I’m really going to miss that stuff…