After three days of feeling great, I’m back to feeling like crap. The book said this would happen. But my Superman mentality said that won’t happen to me. 

Last night I had a terrible stomach ache. So painful. I did cook supper and boil eggs for breakfast. But supper wasn’t my favorite. 

Avocado turkey burger with sautéed broccoli. I took two bites of the burger and knew it was NOT what I wanted.  The boyfriend ate his wrapped in lettuce and topped with salsa. We both thought cheese would make it delightful. 

Breakfast today was two boiled eggs and a handful of delicious strawberries. 

Snacks so far have been an apple with cashew butter. 

I was so happy to be out of the funk. And this new funk is powerful. I’m so tired. But at least my mind isn’t foggy like it was before. 

It’s the first day I’ve thought incessantly about breakfast biscuits for the cafeteria at my office. I can’t even go in there. Makes me too sad/annoyed that I can’t have the biscuit of my dreams. 

So there’s that. 

The book says it’s all normal. The psychological effects of elimination are starting to rear its ugly head. 

So I’ll go back to work and try my best to not face plant into my desk.  

I’ve made it through the fog. No more headaches. No more feeling drunk when I wake up in the mornings. No more mid-day slump. 

Over the weekend, I hit my groove with Whole30 cooking and meal prep. Hallelujah! 

Egg muffins and berries for breakfast yesterday and today. The muffins are full of sautéed veggies, and they reheat marvelously. 

I’ve had avocado tuna salad with cucumbers the last two days for lunch. The boyfriend has been cleaning up leftovers for lunch. Lemon chicken and veggies and chicken tacos. 

But supper last night was amazing. 

Pesto chicken with sautéed zucchini and yellow squash. 

I made the pesto with walnuts, basil from the garden, tons of garlic and good olive oil. First time to make pesto without Parmesan cheese. And it was still creamy and delicious. 

I cooked the chicken and diced the veggies Sunday morning so it made cooking last night a breeze.  

Such goodness. 

On another note, I’m acquiring a taste for black coffee. I still miss the cream, but it’s much I more bearable now that the fog has lifted. 

The boyfriend says his pants are already fitting and feeling much more comfortable. That’s a huge win since it’s one reason we chose to do this. 

My skin is looking much better. Less breakouts. More freckles, but that’s from all the sun I’ve been getting. 

We will keep plugging along. Eating good, whole foods while being mindful of our cravings. I did almost judo chop a lady for a bag of Cheetos the other day. So…baby steps.