
I reached a metaphysical quandary about Whole30 over the weekend. I was frustrated because I couldn’t tell if Whole30 was actually working for me or if was working largely because I subjectively thought that it was. Of course, if I thought it was, and I thought I was feeling better and less tired, then wasn’t Whole30 actually working anyway? Does that make any sense at all?
So, counter to the program’s instructions telling me not to, I stepped on a scale. I needed to know. And wouldn’t you know it? I’ve lost 12 pounds already. I couldn’t believe it, especially because I thought I’d be able to gauge my success with Whole30 based on how much looser my pants pants were getting. Of course, that belief only works if you don’t wear stretchy pants pretty much all of the time, which is what I do. My pants may not be working as hard to contain me, but I can’t tell. Stupid elastic and accommodating spandex.





