If you haven’t heard about whole30 in the news lately, it’s kind of a crazy diet {ahem, lifestyle change} that was kind of popular for a while now, but kind of fizzled out. It’s pretty similar to Paleo, and that’s more well known. But this post isn’t about that (though you can read about that here), but about something a little more daunting.

Over the last year, I did about 5 whole30’s, a short little rundown of what that means-> For 30 days, I removed everything from my diet except basically meat, eggs, seafood, veggies, fruits, and some nuts. The idea of the program is to reset your body by removing all the inflammatory things we eat daily, and then slowly reintroduce them to find out how our body reacts to certain things. Well, I’ve been through the program, like I said, 5 times. And somehow I always end up back where I started.

I have a sweet tooth.

Like a HUGE sweet tooth.

If I could eat cookies all day, and not be morbidly obese, I would totally do it. In high school, I didn’t have the best eating habits, but I played sports all year round and so that managed to keep me fit, but fast forwards 10+ years and that’s not the case anymore. I only wish I could play a sport I love for 3 hours every weekday now. After having a baby, quitting a full time job at a dental office, and more often than not just sitting at home during the week, All those sweets took a toll. And it was horrible. It IS horrible.

I know that if i continue to eat the way I do, that things are going to end up pretty badly, and that’s the last thing I want. Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to look like a supermodel. I just don’t, but I do want to be able to chase my babies around. I want to be able to run around with them and not feel like I’m going to die in the process. This year is kind of a big deal for me. I have my 10 year reunion this summer, I want to go on a vacation somewhere warm, and I just want to feel good this summer in a swim suit, and not feel like someone poured me into it. So I made a choice.

With 5 whole30’s under my belt, but no changes after those, knowing how different food effects me, but still eating it anyways, I HAD to make a choice. This time around, we’re making it 12 weeks. TWELVE WEEKS! One part of the whole30 program says that it’s taken years to get you where you are, and it’s not going to change in 30 days, and so I feel like I just need to make it longer. And let’s be honest, 12 weeks doesn’t sound near as bad as 90 days. YIKES!

So here I am, 2 weeks into it, after my carb flu, and my sugar dragon rearing it’s ugly head multiple times, and maybe falling off the sugar wagon, i’m still alive. It’s kind of a relief when I think of it like I only have 10 more weeks to go.

I know that I’m worth it, and I know that it makes me feel a zillion times better about myself, and I really can’t wait to just have a cheeseburger with a dang bun! 😀