Only seven days left on the island.
I won’t know how to act. Which was made clear tonight because my attitude has been sour. At least I admit it.
Hormones are to blame.
Whole30 has given me freedom from monthly hormone headache. They were debilitating. For days, I would sit with my head pounding. It was awful.
I had hope Whole30 would help me, but I had no idea I wouldn’t get them at all. That, in itself, pays for the countless meals and label reading and Nazi-like eye I have on restaurant menus.
We are still having our boiled egg and fruit breakfasts. And mostly leftovers for lunch.
I can’t wait to go back to a less strict way of life. I’m exhausted.
My tiger blood phase is no match for girly hormones.