I lasted a little more than half a month before deciding that this diet wasn’t agreeing with me. I am a Whole30 failure. I was a little scared to come on here and admit to it, but you know what? It’s the truth, and I should share what I’ve learned.
Life is too short to go without creamer in my coffee. It’s too short to go without a piece of toast. It’s too short to be constantly tired and pissy. I kept waiting for the fog to lift like all the testimonials said it would. On Day 9 I thought it was. I was thinking, “Oh, I’m starting to feel a little more normal.” Then I woke up feeling like Medusa on Day 10. Let me put this clearly. Eating this way was making me a crazy, snappy, mean person with snakes in her hair. Days went by. Day 15, Day 16. Still Medusa.
H and I lasted about the same amount of time before buckling. He started a few days before I did and finished a few days before I did. He relayed how he felt so much better after allowing himself to eat a biscuit, and I was so jealous. I started to whimper when I thought about eating another chunk of meat. I’m just not a huge meat eater, which is why it was so much easier to go pescatarian than to go grainless.
So I said to hell with it, and I ate all the things!
Not really. We made a pizza, and I ate two pieces.
Then I stopped.
I didn’t make it 30 days going full paleo. But I learned a thing or two about moderation.
Here’s my plan going forward: One or two servings a day of grains/dairy. The majority of my diet will still come from vegetables/fruits/proteins/fats. I’m just no longer interested in denying myself an iced coffee or a sandwich or yogurt.
Life is too short!
