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Whole30 - Day 11

Woke up at bit tired today. Also woke up without much of an appetite. Well, to be clear, with not much of an appetite for a big, hearty Whole30 breakfast...that I'd have to cook.

Day 11

How the book says I'll feel: The last day of "The Hardest Days." Will you quit?

How I actually feel: Still hanging in there. Feeling good. A bit tired but light. I can feel my blood flowing purely through my veins....or maybe it's just that I've realized that it's been 11 days since I've eaten any junk. I've definitely been detoxed by now. That's actually pretty cool.

Breakfast was a chore. I just wasn't hungry. I ate it up though; scrambled eggs, avocado and grapes. I was pretty busy right after. No time for hunger pangs.

For lunch, I ate a spicy ground pork patty (Organic) and a bushel (bunch?) of carrots dipped in homemade ranch. Quite satisfactory.

Around 2 p.m., I waited again to see if I would get my mid-afternoon slump. I am very happy to say NOPE! Feeling pretty alert. Made a cup of tea and decided to start the chopping for dinner tonight which was...



Whole30 Chicken Cacciatorre. This is the recipe that is featured on the cover of the book and I've had my eye on it since we began. Flavors were good, delicious even, but it turned out a bit soupier than I would have liked. Also, If you choose this, I highly suggest using boneless chicken AND making something else to accompany it. They say it's a "one pot meal that can stand on it's own" but I would have to disagree. For it's 2 hours later and I a hungry. A few almonds should do the trick...

Husband says: Nothing to report. (He's in a mood, I'll let him slide tonight.)

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