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Whole30 - Day 14 (AKA Half-way finished)

Am I a pessimist ir an optimist? Are we half-way through or do we have half-way to go? Hmm... Today, I'll choose optimism because I'm feeling pretty good and we're doing great. We both slept well last night after a long conversation about how much we are both dying for a smorgasbord of non-Whole30 foods. It was very cathartic.

Day 14

How the book say I'll feel: Still supposed to be dreaming of wonderful sweet and fried things.

How I actually feel: Hopeful. I made it through 2 weeks of this bullsh*t. Go me! I haven't let my cravings get the better of me (neither has Husband) and I really think I can finish. We've been talking about life after Whole30; what we will incorporate and what we will say good riddance to. I may never eat eggs again.

Breakfast was a potato, bacon, asparagus and egg scramble thingy made by the man in my life who, incidentally, is becoming quite the chef. We all gobbled it down and had there been seconds, we would've gobbled those too.

Since we had a heavy breakfast, I opted to make us a simple salad for lunch. It had Whole30 junk on it...basically all the leftovers in our fridge. lol I ate it but my heart wasn't in it. I knew I'd want something yummy for dinner so...

Finger lickin' good.

...I made "fried" chicken. Calm down, it was with almond flour, ghee and an array of spices. We paired it with the rest of our mashed cauliflower and strawberries and papaya. Damn. That's all I have to say. It was filling and soooooo yummy. But it better have been for how much I had to pay for almond flour. ($15!!!!)

I knew I needed to eat up because I was heading to work late again tonight. And as soon as I got there, this is what I saw.

The opposite of Whole30.

I'll admit, I may have stared at it a bit too long. My willpower was definitely tested and I even got some flack from coworkers, "You still on your diet?" "Cheeeeesssseee.....crackers." That's ok. Say what you want. That was fuel for my fire and I only have two weeks to go.

Husband says: I think we should've rented a chicken for this program. (eggs) Glad we're at the half-way point. I would really like 30 days to be shorter. We should've done this in February.

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