Day 7

It has been a week and today was a weird day. Here we go.

Breakfast: I woke up late for helping a friend move, so I drank the leftover smoothie from yesterday and at a blue berry Larabar with a shot of espresso. Then it was a bazillion degrees out and she was moving into a second story apartment, so I figured that that TOTALLY counted as a workout. I seriously sweated so freaking much and drank three bottles of water. So before I took Chase to training I made three eggs scrambles with spinach and herb and tomato basil tastefully simple spices (bacon bacon has SOY so I can't use it and I am so devastated) and topped them with ranchero sauce and Franks Red Hot. So good.

Lunch: I wasn't hungry when lunch time came around and so, when I did get hungry, I ate a coconut larabar. It was delicious. I went back to helping my friend move after Chase's training, and when we were done, I came home, took a shower, and proceeded to pass the eff out. So no real lunch for me today. Which I know is bad.

Dinner: I want pizza so freaking bad. That is what I made my husband order for himself and my son so I didn't have to cook for them. I'm sick of cooking! FOR SER. I made plantain shells so I could eat the rest of the chicken leftover from when I first made the plantain chicken tostadas. Still yummy despite not having anymore avocados to make guacamole, and I ate alllll the shells because I was so freaking hungry from not really eating lunch. Dumb.

Here is what I am feeling today, one week into my whole30 journey. When I am up late binge watching Orange is the New Black, I want to be eating, usually popcorn, but sometimes chocolate. So maybe I am PMS-ing because I have been craving chocolate and salty snacks a lot. This doesn't negate the greatness I have been feeling, it's just discouraging and hard to ignore. I miss cheese. A lot. I have added three days to my journey because I accidentally ate cheese on my third day, but I still miss cheese. I missed cheese on the burrito bowls, I miss cheese on my "tacos," I miss cheese in my eggs, I miss cheese. And creamer. I will make my own but I miss creamer and my stevia in my coffee. I will tell you for sure, I will go right back to having those when this is over. I like the sweet, creamy-ness of my morning coffee, despite the fact I am starting to appreciate my coffee black. It's not the same, even though I like it.

Otherwise, I love the food I am eating. I feel good about what I am putting into my body, and my new cooking phase has encouraged J to try new foods, which is also awesome, since he needs to broaden his palate. Pickiest eater ever. I don't feel deprived, I am full almost all the time, I don't miss soda or drinking juice, I feel good. I don't regret stating this, not even a little.