My comrades and I have successfully made it halfway through our Whole30 without fudging the thing up too bad. Our cravings for Talenti and Taco Bell have mellowed [sort of], we’re progressively firming up our disciplinary muscles, we’re naturally falling into healthier habits, and we are most certainly continuing to learn.
Like, we’ve learned that weighing in is not the best source of encouragement at this point in the game. Or ever.
I discovered Kombucha. I fell fervently in love with Kombucha. I actually read the entirety of my Kombucha bottle’s label. I learned that Kombucha contains alcohol BUT IT’S WHOLE30 APPROVED. Kombucha fills me with joy and fermented hope.
Always remember--no one exists to judge or condemn you.
I experienced first hand just how anti-fun some of the [typically] more fun aspects of my job are during a Whole30. My appreciation for swallowing has since reached new depths.
We’ve grown to understand that like bread and chocolate, stress and exhaustion are not Whole30 compliant. Basically, Whole 30 was designed to force you into being a perfect specimen of life--whether you like it or not.
Moving forward, if any of us ladies ever encounter someone doing a Whole30, we will fully understand the critical nature of keeping their egos healthily inflated—i.e. taking every given opportunity tell them they are gorgeous and they are amazing and they are the kind of envy-inducing inspiration we all aspire to be.
So there you have it, how to survive week two of a Whole30—drink kombucha; don’t step onto or anywhere near a scale; find a good brand of canned tuna. Tomorrow, we’ll take a closer look at why varying your diet and listening to your body is critical to Whole30 success.