Today is Day 23 of Whole30. I feel both like a victim and a survivor. I’m not shaking from sugar withdrawal, my energy levels are high, and my cousin’s wife told me this weekend that I’m “glowing.” I told her it was from all the bacon grease (kidding, sort of). I also survived the long Memorial Day weekend, which has been in years past my primary excuse to kick off spending lots of time outdoors sipping wine and eating gigantic juicy burgers perched on yeasty rolls.
Instead, this Memorial Day, the hubby and I sat soberly (literally) on the sidelines eating burgers wrapped in romaine lettuce. Our kids, meanwhile, smothered their faces in chocolate-y smores at night and ran around in the backyard with flashlights. Oh, what I would’ve given to be them.