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Whole30 - Day 3

Oh boy. Looks like my body may be on to me. Something feels off as I wake up. Feeling very tired even though I slept a full 8 hours. My usually deep-sleepin' husband was restless too and tells me all about his very vivid food dreams over breakfast, "I could taste the Coke going down my throat." For the record, we've never been big Coke drinkers.

Day 3

How the book says I'll feel: "The Hangover." (again) I was to expect headaches, fogginess and general blah-ness.

How I actually feel: Yep, that's pretty much it. Just blah today...borderline bitchy at times. And my tummy seems to be a bit confused. Like, I already went...I need to go AGAIN?! I'm chalking it up to all the fiber. One good thing, I notice that my face looks slightly less bloated. So, yay.

Breakfast was a delicious concoction of homemade sausage, bell peppers and sweet potato hash made by my Husband. Good job, babe. Although completely satisfied, I start feeling hungry a bit early today...around 11. I can't decide if this is due to habit or if I really need something. Wait until noon to eat. Feel only slightly better. (Lunch was leftovers from dinner last night)

Errands cause us to eat dinner only slightly late. It was magnificent; A grilled organic steak using the Whole30 dry rub recipe, portobello mushrooms,  red peppers and avocado. It was very pretty too. But, sadly no pic. We ate it up quickly. Appetite appeased but my blood sugar still feels kind of low....probably because I have no sugar in my system.

Husband says: Was already dreaming about food and alcohol and really looking forward to having ice cream. My stomach feels solid. (whatever the hell that means...)

Bonus: I made ghee (clarified butter) tonight to use on future recipes. It's weird. But looking forward to trying it.

4 sticks of butter heated to simmer. The milk fat separates.Weird.

After you scoop it out and then strain it, you are left with ghee. or clarified butter.



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