Official End to my Whole30

Stop.  Before you assume I went on a McFlurry-bender before I wrote this, just stop.  Stop judging.  Right.  Now.

Up until this very second, I haven’t eaten any grains/legumes/dairy/added sugar/alcohol/white potatoes/bacon or stepped on a scale/measured myself/insert anything else here that you’re not supposed to do on a Whole30.  And I’m not going to anytime soon.

I am, however, officially ending my Whole30.  Why the hell would I do that?  Because it’s making me bat-sh*t crazy, that’s why.

If you’ve been reading lately, you should notice that I’ve been doing well and feeling great.  The Man and I have called ourselves “Paleo” for a while now and frankly, it’s second nature.  The Whole30 didn’t require many changes in our diet at all–we nixed the dairy and booze and double checked all our labels for added sugar/honey/stevia/whatever.  That’s it.  I didn’t stock the house with anything different.  We didn’t eat anything we weren’t eating before.  Besides the cravings for whipped cream I was just dandy.

I’m a huge fan of the Whole30 and all other brands of clean-eating challenges.  They work wonders because they force you to re-evaluate how you eat and live, and the Whole30 in particular helps you look more critically at the source and quality of the foods you put in your body.  But I also believe there is a correct time and place for it all, and this is not it for me.

OK, I’m probably being dramatic.  My situation isn’t dire by any means, so don’t worry.  Starting this coming week, I’m going on three weeks of temporary duty to San Antonio for a special course.  I’ll be living in a hotel room and living off a meal allowance.  I’ll probably get a mini-fridge and a microwave but otherwise won’t be able to cook.  Thankfully, there is a Whole Foods and Central Market in town and in the past when I’ve been at school there I lived off the hot and salad bars and did just fine.

OMFG!!!  GET TO THE EFFING POINT!!!!!!

Again, the Whole30 is a wonderful thing.  I wanted to do one after the holidays as a way to start off the new year on a positive beat.  But as soon as I started wondering how I was going to take the Whole30 with me to San Antonio, sh*t got weird.  Yes, I am fully aware that it’s possible to keep on track no matter where you are and I have a ton of respect for you if you’ve done it.  For me…not so much.  I may or may not have mentioned before that I have a history with disordered eating and body issues.  I clung to Paleo because it was the first time I could be healthy and feel good about myself at the same time.  There was no weighing/measuring/counting/timing…I could just eat good food and lo’ and behold, I felt and looked great.

It started earlier this week as I was reviewing my packing list and doing some early prep for my trip.  Naturally, my mind wandered to meal planning (because, if you haven’t noticed, that’s what I do) and I started putting together some meal ideas from what I knew I could buy from Whole Foods/Central Market and that I could prepare in my room with such minimal cooking implements.  I contemplated just eating salads for three weeks straight.  I wondered if it was possible to cook three weeks’ worth of food at home to haul down with me.  I thought about bringing a crock pot, toaster oven, and hot plate to the hotel.  This stuff literally kept me up at night.  I was so worried that a) I wouldn’t be able to find enough to eat and b) that what I did find, even if it was in the salad bar, would have trace amounts of Forbidden Substances like canola oil or soy or white potato.

(Side note but sorta related: Four months ago, I flipped sh*t at The Man because he put a teaspoon of Worcestershire sauce in a meatloaf.  He hasn’t cooked for me since.  Yeah…)

To make a long story short, I’m putting an end to the madness now before I have a stroke.  That doesn’t mean I’m going to start ordering pizzas and living out of the mini bar.  I’m going to eat what I would normally eat–the best, highest quality Paleo-friendly food in all of San Antonio, because that’s what I like to eat.  When I eat shitty food, I feel shitty, so why would I do that to myself? Hell, I’ll probably finish out the month perfectly Whole30-compliant.  But I need to flip the mental switch.  I need to take myself off the “program” because it’s going to consume me.  When I started wondering whether the spinach on the WF salad bar could be contaminated by the canola-based mayonnaise, honey, or tamari from the store-brand tuna salad in the bin next to it, I knew I had a problem.

Do I feel like a whiny, yellow-bellied failure?  Oh, yeah.  Big time.  You’re probably thinking the same thing, and that’s OK.  All I can say is that this isn’t out of the blue and I didn’t just wake up this morning, drop everything and decide to quit so I could go swimming in a tub of ice cream.  I’m not going to do anything different, I’m just trying to give myself a break while I’m a less-than-ideal location.

That’s all.  Thank you for listening.  I’m probably a poor role model and all my food is contaminated with failure…but at least it’s not contaminated with crazy.

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6 responses to “Official End to my Whole30

  1. Thank you so much for that…it's one of those things that you "know" but it's hard to admit failure. I appreciate it! And you're doing great yourself!

  2. Wait…you can't have bacon while on the Whole30? Sh**!That was going to be the only way I could do it!We went Primal Dec 25 and have loved every minute of it.But…I still do some dairy, and the thought of giving up my my morning cream or a crumble of gorgonzola on my fish was do-able as long as I had bacon…sigh…I give you credit for making it as far as you did.I might have to wait till my teens are gone to college before I try it, they needs snacks…and I have to cook them…and try them 😉

  3. Wait…you can't have bacon while on the Whole30? Sh**!That was going to be the only way I could do it!We went Primal Dec 25 and have loved every minute of it.But…I still do some dairy, and the thought of giving up my my morning cream or a crumble of gorgonzola on my fish was do-able as long as I had bacon…sigh…I give you credit for making it as far as you did.I might have to wait till my teens are gone to college before I try it, they needs snacks…and I have to cook them…and try them 😉

  4. This is the healthiest dose of common sense I’ve seen in a long time. I’d like to feature parts of this write-up on our site – please email me at Melissa(at)Whole9Life.com if you’d be amenable. Our readers need to hear this message from someone other than us. For real.

    Best,
    Melissa

  5. This was fracking FANTASTIC!!! I, too, have gotten all stressed-out-OCD about the food choices… so much so that I’m sure the stress it caused did WAY more damage than the 1/4 tsp of something imperfect that may have (or may not) have touched my food. Traveling is rough when trying to stick to a real food diet! I MUST be gluten-free (Celiac) which makes things particularly tough, so I always pack up my own safe foods, but have a lot of healthy “treats” like salami and fancy cheeses and seasoned nuts… things that aren’t necessarily bad, but aren’t part of my daily dose of JERF. THANK YOU for being openly honest on how most of us are likely feeling 🙂

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