Let’s be honest. I should be dreaming about bowls of pasta, peanut butter whoopie pies, and mounds of rice, but I’m not. In fact, being on The Whole 30, my mind has changed how I think about food. And I’m not sure yet if that’s a good thing. I don’t have time to consider grabbing a doughnut or going out for dinner, it’s too much work to realize it’s against the rules.
It kind of bothers me, because I’m honestly afraid for when I’m done with The Whole 30. How does one go back to not chastising themselves for having sugar in their food? Or wanting some grains in their diet? Will I forever be worried that I’m “cheating” by buying bacon with sugar? Or putting a flavor shot in my coffee? Will I ever stop reading labels?
That last part I’m not so mad about. In fact, it’s probably the best thing that will come out of me experiencing The Whole 30: reading labels. It’s the one thing I’ve never really thought about before. I assumed I knew what I should be eating and what was in my food. But the moment you’re not allowed to eat sugar, what you pick off the shelf gets more than a once over, and 9 times out of 10, gets put right back where you found it. Who knew Americans were so dependent on sweets. Even when we didn’t think it had sugar in it, we’d find corn syrup tucked into sausage links, cane sugar in dried cranberries, and something sweet in salsa. Crazy, but true.
So I am happy about that, but nervous about how to handle going back to regular food. Even my first meal back seems a crazy thought. But for now, I’ll leave you with these half-way-through-The-Whole-30 thoughts. Good night dear readers, good night.