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Whole 30 - Day 22 & 23

(Just imagine Eye of the Tiger is playing while you're reading this)

Still feelin' good, obviously.

Day 22 & 23

Welp, we survived our company while being on this diet. I'm fairly proud of that. We only ate out a handful of times and were able to find things that worked for us. (AKA - Meat and salad.)

How the book says I'll feel: La sangre de tigre.

How I actually feel: In a groove. Which is both good and bad. We have less than a week to go on our Whole30 adventure and there has been much discussion about what's going to happen after. I've researched paleo a bit and this is what we've decided on. Essentially, if I'm getting this right, it's about the same just a smidge less strict; 80/20. All I hear is I can have an occassional glass of wine. So .... win. I'm terrified of what is going to happen my body when I reintroduce the forbidden foods. Apparently, we're supposed to start with alcohol? Geez...twist my arm. So, on Day 31, we've decided to toast our achievements with a glass of red, which will probably knock us on our asses.

The menu for the last few days has been about the same. Breakfast = Eggs. Lunch = Protein salad and dinner is Meat/Fish and a giant salad. Still, today for some reason, I woke up with kind of an upset tummy. I'll blame PMS. But it's the first time that I've been uncomfortable in a while.

Husband says: No denying that it's done wonders for us physically. We look better.after  Feel better. It's hard to ignore that when considering our plan.

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