Dear adoring public,
Sorry I’ve been away, I’ve been busy. With what you ask? Well…
You know how when you start a new job and everything is awesome and you totally have time for everything in your life because you’re a modern human person and all that crap except modern society is a lie and you don’t get anything done because you’re so friggin exhausted?
Oh you do, good that saves me a lot of time.
I started a new and wonderful job (yay!)…about ten days before the end of my whole30 stretch (yay?). It was fine. Super fine. Nothing but totally fine-ness.
Ok it sucked.
Don’t get me wrong, the job is awesome, and I have wonderful coworkers who are kind, hardworking people, but you reach a certain point in the whole30 that’s a bit hard to explain. I liken it to hitting the wall, where your thought process is something like “If I have to explain this whole process one more effing time I am going to find the roof and fling myself off it.”
Ok, so that’s a bit dramatic, but imagine trying to adjust to a new big change; trying to find your rhythm and not completely embarrass yourself on your first day, and add on a complicated self-imposed dietary thing.
All I wanted to think about was where to find the good coffee and concentrate on not accidentally swearing in front of my new boss. But I had the bright idea to give up EVERYTHING for 30 days, so I had to think about reading labels and sugar content and whether or not something was made with clarified butter! AND I had to be nice to people and explain why I couldn’t eat the food they offered to share with me!
I was exhausted, except exhausted was an epic understatement.
So, instead of telling my harrowing dos on my days off, I pretty much just faceplanted into my pillow and stayed lodged there for…eh, two, maybe three weeks.
So now we play the game of catch up, but I promise I’ll tell you everything. If you care. If not too bad because this is cathartic, so HA!
Love and kisses,
The hostile dieter