The hubby told me this morning that October is going to be another Whole30 month for us (a month of following a strict diet that eliminates grains, refined sugar, dairy, legumes and joy). I cried into my homemade Vietnamese coffee, laden with sweetened condensed milk and real cream, solidified my resolve with a slice of pumpernickel toast spread thick with raspberry jam, and said okay. I said okay only because the last time we endured a Whole30, so many good things happened to my body. My skin cleared up. I lost 12 pounds. I slept better at night. I had more energy throughout the day.
I guess there really is something to eating healthier. SIGH.