I've been blogging a long time. Not always consistently, but still. I've moved around a lot, always looking for my greener grass. Turns out, the saying is true. So I've finally compiled all the posts from all the blogs from all the years into one place. (And I'm never leaving.) Visit me here and let's… Continue reading Anybody out there?
1. I knew time would fly by, but wow, it's already Day 18. 2. Only 12 more days! 3. I know you could've done the math yourself. I'm sorry. 4. No tiger blood yet. 5. No benefits of any sort, really. 6. Except that I feel great about my choices. 7. And that's way better… Continue reading 18 Things on Day 18.
Despite feeling like hammered shit for the first week, Round 2 has been incredibly easy compared to Round 1. Almost scary easy. Like I must be doing something wrong easy. In Round 1, I was constantly going to the store. I spent what felt like hours pouring over food labels and the Whole30 cheat sheets… Continue reading And then it was easy.
On Day 5, I woke up and my headache was gone! It was awesome! And then it came back in the afternoon which was so not awesome. And then I went home and all I could think about was getting into bed and napping until it was time to pick up Manfriend (who needs to… Continue reading Peppermint Bark Trauma
So, it's day 4. I know it's only day 4, but wow! It's already day 4! Here's what's happening on day 4: 1. Oh, my head. Achy since day 1 until last night when it exploded into a full-blown migraine. This did not happen in Round 1, however I also didn't have time to stuff… Continue reading Oh, my achy breaky head.
Yesterday was rough. Manfriend had an unexpected day off. It was such a beautiful day we decided to relax by the pool and grill a couple of steaks. A cold cocktail (or two) would have gone down so freaking easy. Alas, I tried Kombucha for the first time. Meh. Also, why is Kombucha allowed, but… Continue reading No juice and certainly no cocktails.
So, it's April 1st and thus Whole 30: Round 2 begins. Despite grand plans for grocery shopping and meal prepping, I am ill prepared. Which is just ridiculous because I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. But no, I was more concerned with how much junk food I could stuff in my mouth… Continue reading And then it began. Again.