Confession Time

I'm going to take some time to write about something I've been avoiding.

It's something I wish I didn't have to admit because I really wish it weren't true.


Not everyone has as lovely an experience as I have while on the Whole 30. 


I don't want someone to read this blog and think that doing something like this is always gonna be rainbows and butterflies. I have written my true feelings and experience on here, but I must say that Phil's experience has been the polar opposite.

It all came to a head on day 11 when he went an entire evening complaining and being extremely crabby and rude. When we got home that night I said to him, "You have two options. Either you stop doing the Whole 30 right now, or you change your attitude and find your own willpower to do this without being a complete downer."

The first 11 days he would "joke" about how terrible it was and although he was sort of joking, he was also sort of not and it made me feel guilty since I was the one who got him to do this.

 He didn't feel great, his allergies were worse than usual, he was more tired than usual, and he wasn't enjoying the food as much as me.  (Mind you, these are all very normal things for the first two weeks. My experience has just been out of the norm)

After that night, he made a choice to have a better attitude. He made a choice to get more sleep so he wasn't as tired. He made a choice to do this with me and not for me.

I've seen a huge change in him and that is partly why the weekend was so amazing, being able to continue to enjoy this experience with him.