Back in February I did a clean eating “detox” of sorts. It’s called whole30 and I made it the entire 30 days with no sugar, alcohol, beans/peanuts, grains, or dairy. Yes I ate meat and vegetables. And a shit ton of eggs…
But by the end of those 30 days… I felt AMAZING. I’d lost probably 10 pounds, had energy and my skin was glowing. The reintroduction was ok at first… I think it was the gluten and sugar that knocked me off kilter. So I spent the rest of March making not-so-great food choices. And paid…. I felt like crap, slept like crap, my skin went bananas and my anxiety/depression acted up.
So of course April 1 was going to be round 2. Ding ding! I made it a week. I have figured out that bread is the devil. It doesn’t matter if it’s white, wheat, rye or chocolate (pumpernickel). I’m a bread addict.
While Oprah may be able to have bread everyday, this chick can not. One piece turns into 2 which turns into the loaf if I don’t watch it… I’m wondering if this is what addiction feels like. My husband is just over 4 years clean and sober, but he may poo poo a bread addiction as being “not the same”… I know I do!
The moral of today’s post: I do well with boundaries and have trouble with the brakes. There is no “just one bite” for me and the Ole gluten monster. Or dark chocolate chips… it causes a great deal of psychological and physical issues for me… but that’s another post.
Until next time,