Here is where the rubber meets the road. Where my true intentions either shine through or fade away from days where stress is at an all time high.
The first two weeks were so great, but it's easy to do great when things are great! Then Judah started cutting two teeth at once, and all I wanted was all the foods I can't have.
I've heard people say that they are "emotional eaters" and I guess after seeing how different the last 3 days have been from the first two weeks, I admit I probably am one.
Before doing the Whole 30, when I would have a really rough Mom day, I would pack the kids in the car and head straight to the nearest drive through Caribou and get one of their largest White Chocolate Mochas, heaped with whipped cream and mini white chocolate chips from heaven.
(In case you were curious, that's 740 calories and 85 grams of sugar. In one drink. Is that not disturbing?!)
I'm not gonna lie; I've been fantasizing about food. Carbs and sugar. I want it all. I want to drown my stress is a pile of pizza and donuts.
At the end of the day, this is why I chose to do this. My reasons weren't to get rid of health issues or see if I'm allergic or sensitive to different foods. I want to be aware of the food I put in my body, and even if in the future I do go get a large mocha because I'm stressed, I want to be aware that drinking it won't make my problems go away.
I want to have a healthy relationship with food. I don't want to have to overeat because I'm sad, and then feel even worse after, regretting my choice.
This process is teaching me a lot and that was the goal.
It still sucks, and I still want pizza.
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