Whole30 (the 30-day elimination diet whereby I banned alcohol, legumes, grains, sugar and dairy from my diet) is so, incredibly, dramatically over. My slow slide out of my clean-eatin’ self started when I realized I’d jam-packed our schedule full to the brim of visits with friends, nights out with moms, and a wine-soaked weekend in San Francisco for a good friend’s wedding. I really wanted my life after this amazing, life-changing diet to forever be different. I wanted to exude kale, radiate from my newly-dewy skin and generally be myself, only better. Way better.
I have to say that I’ve done well in the sense that I’m not senselessly snacking on carbs, dairy and sugar anymore, and Whole30 has taught me that I should avoid dairy if at all possible. It’s a sad thing to admit, mainly because I really love a good cheese every now and again. But dairy — as evidenced by the, ahem, violent gastrointestinal reaction that I had to a single cracker spread with pimento cheese (okay, more like heaped) — is not my friend. We’re more like happy acquaintances. We’re delighted to run into each other every now and again, but when we get stuck talking to each other at parties for longer than 15 minutes, things go south really fast.