December 31, 2019 brought about the end of a decade and the temporary end of my normal diet. For myself and my girlfriend, we decided to embark on Whole30 as a reset and relief from two months of holiday-infused gluttony. As I devoured banana bread and cheese puffs washed down by cabernet, I feared the month of January and the true meaning of sobriety it would bring. My girlfriend and I had agreed that at midnight of January first, there'd be a cessation of our previous year's eating habits. As everyone enjoyed champagne, we sipped water.
A day in and I don't feel anything too different yet. I was feeling ravenously hungry yesterday (day 1), but can't blame that on Whole30. During a trip to HEB, our neighborhood grocery store, I felt voracious in the aisles of food I'm prohibited from eating. The beer aisle was tough. It was like seeing a long lost friend across the tracks at a subway stop. We locked eyes, nodded, and took our separate trains. What's made it easier is that my girlfriend and I agreed that we would do what we could to make the diet easier. That meant open season on bacon which we never buy. It's been a welcome addition so far. We also bought cases of seltzer waters. The crispness of alcoholic drinks is part of their charm, so mimicking it through barely flavored soda water eased that itch as well.
I find it funny that trying to find an image for this post was difficult. I come across a great looking shot and then notice it has something that's not Whole30 compliant. This is a metaphor for the next 29 days. Joy.
Updates to come.