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Whole 30 - Day 4

I had a very restless night last night. Mainly because I had to pee like every 2 hours. Will my body ever get used to consuming this much water? I was also plagued with vivid dreams. I'm no stranger to these but I thought it was worth mentioning since Husband seems to have the same thing going on.

Day 4

How the book says I'll feel: "Kill all the things." So. Much. Rage.

How I actually feel: I woke up in a pretty good mood. However, was a bit irritable later in the day. No murderous thoughts, thank goodness. And I'm not actually certain if it was hangriness or 3rd day of my period-ness, to be honest. 

Breakfast was eggs and sausage with sliced tomato. Pretty good but neither of us finished. So many eggs. I like eggs but not everyday. Spent a few minutes after breakfast googling "Whole30 Breakfast NO EGGS!" Found a few good ones to add to our repertoire.

Lunch was leftovers from last night. Very satisfactory. Wasn't feeling too-too hungry for lunch but kept my schedule and finished like a good girl. 

Hunger pangs crept in around 3pm still. I ate half of a Larabar and then drank some tea. That helped.

Dinner tonight (pictured below) was out of this world. I threw a pork tenderloin in the crocker with all-kindsa-spices and turned it into carnitas, which I served over a sweet potato hashbrown (cooked in coconut oil) and homemade pico de gallo. There were only enough leftovers for one of us and husband claimed it first. Damn! It was fan-frickin-tastic! Thanks, @Whole30recipes again!

Husband says: Not anymore angry than usual. Had heartburn randomly but only for a minute. And today's poo was disappointing. Dinner was great! Lunch (leftover "Melissa's Chicken Hash" [Whole30 Book recipe] from yesterday) was disappointing. FYI - It's not very good the next day. Better fresh. Too pungent.

Bonus: Got organized and prepared breakfast for tomorrow morning. *High five*

This is tomorrow's breakfast. Egg Fritatta recipe from the Whole30 book.

Paleo carnitas. Seriously, to die for.

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