This past weekend I tried to start a whole 30. I made it 17 hours. Yes it was impulsive and ill-prepared and I may have self-sabotaged before I even started. I decided that instead of doing an entire elimination program, I’d double down on the main goals I wanted to accomplish from whole 30 and keep it more streamlined.
Yesterday was one of those days that I put on a huge college sweatshirt, and looked like a hot mess all day. You know what I’m talking about! If I was in my pre-parenthood life I would have stayed in bed all day and binge watched trashy shows.