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Whole30 - Day 28

DAY 28!! DAY 28!! DAY 28!! I want to scream it from the rooftops. I just finished DAY-TWENTY-FUC*ING-EIGHT!!

Day 28

How the book says I'll feel: 28 is as good as 30...right? So close to the end but apparently 90% doesn't count.

How I actually feel: There have been thoughts of ending early, I'll admit. Nothing I'm actually following through with. Still, there is a big part of me that is like what difference will 2 days make? The book says you committed to 30 days, so finish. And I will. I can't imagine letting myself down this late in the game.

Today was kind of a breeze. No work meant I had time to make us a healthy breakfast. Husband worked and my daughter was a day camp, so for lunch, I was on my own. I had a lovely tuna salad. It was nice.

Around 3, I realized that I absolutely was not cooking tonight. Called Husband and informed him he was taking me out. He did. What a guy! We found a restaurant that actually had an allergy manual...these foods have lactose, these foods have soy, these foods have nuts, etc. We were on our own to determine the sugar content but I found it extremely helpful. I ended up having a bunless hamburger with all the fixin's including an amazing and compliant horseradish mayo. Super yum!

Only two more days to go!

Husband says: I was really afraid of the end of Whole30 and what the future will hold so we talked it out over dinner in how will handle it all moving forward. We'll allow ourselves small treats here and there and watch each other to make sure nothing gets out of hand.

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