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.
It’s popsicle season, y’all! I remember when Caleb was little, I funneled any leftover smoothies into popsicle molds and some magical thing happened. No matter what was in that smoothie, no matter how healthy, or green or “weird” it was in smoothie form, the moment it froze on a stick, he gobbled it up. Like I said, magic.