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Whole30 - Day 9

Today, I hit a wall. A soft wall, mind you. But a wall none the less. I woke up absolutely exhausted after sleeping a full 8 hours. I'm hoping it was just the weather; we woke up to grey and rainy dreariness. Only tomorrow will tell.

Day 9

How the book says I'll feel: Another "Noooo...my pants are TIGHTER!"

How I actually feel: Well, first off my pants weren't tighter. The opposite, actually. I purposely put on pants today to see how they felt. (They were getting a bit snug) They felt good and my long shirt wasn't as fitted around my tummy. Score!

Breakfast was eggless and delicious. A nice change. Roasted butternut squash, raspberries and sausage. Super yum. We were both pretty happy.

After dropping off the kid, I came home and quickly faded. So tired. A little nap sounded so good! Yeah, that little nap turned into 2 hours. Thank goodness I didn't have to work! The good thing is I slept through any hunger pangs. I woke up and made lunch.

I got creative for lunch today. I know what I can have now and so...

So much yum.
I made a Whole30 compliant BLT.

For dinner, we ate early because I had to work in the evening. Another big hit with cajun shrimp over spaghetti squash with sundried tomatoes. I only wish I had made more. It was a hit with the whole family. I will definitely make it again. Another thank you to @Whole30recipes on Instagram.

Husband says: Nothing extraordinary to report. A little gassy. Could be the sausage or the sweet 'taters. Content. Think I only felt tired because of the rainy weather.




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