Whole30: Day 25
Well, folks, this might be the last official Whole30 blog update! I know, I know – it’s only Day 25. I might try to write again tomorrow, but we’re soon heading out of town for a bit, and the idea of writing anything longer than “kthxbai” with my thumbs on a mobile device makes me twitchy. This doesn’t mean I won’t try! It just means that sooner, rather than later, you will be reading more and more about (literally) crap like RR peeing in the potty. Lucky YOU!
For all of your hard work reading about my salads and meat, I give you a little side-by-side – the left from 2/21 (aka Day 4) and the right one from today. For consistency’s sake, I tried to look as amusingly surly as possible, as I did on the left picture. Grrr.
Subtle differences, perhaps. A little more pointy of a chin, more of a squared jaw, less cheek, maybe. Meh – it’s not like OMG WHO ARE YOU, but the gentle hue of BLOAT is gone. And I feel an ass-ton better, that’s for damn sure.
Thanks for reading and listening and commenting and waiting patiently for this to be over. The next time we Whole30, it will certainly be nice to have this to re-read and follow along with. I wished we had kept some kind of record of it the first time we did it, certainly.
So coming up will be the much-anticipated update about my children’s music endeavors, my upcoming adventures as the Logistics Chair at the ButchVoices conference this August, RR starting Montessori school, and my wife and I report back from Staying in a Bed and Breakfast with a Toddler and Living to Tell About It. And I promise you never have to ready about a salad again. Pinky swear.