One thing I’ve discovered during my second Whole30 is the value of putting food on a plate and sitting down to eat. Even though I am only working part time these days and have few other responsibilities, it’s harder than it sounds.
Recap of day 11:
- Three meals on a plate!
- No snacks!
- No TV or phone while eating!
- I overuse exclamation points!
Breakfast: an uninspired zucchini omelette with bulletproof coffee.
I woke up with raging PMS. TMI? Well this is my Whole30 journal and that’s what happened. Even in the midst of hating the whole world, I started to think about doing a Whole60 to see if those symptoms go away next cycle. Part of me was disappointed that 11 days of near-perfect eating did not prevent the aches, fatigue and bad mood. The logical side reminded me that 11 days is not enough time to achieve hormonal balance.
I was so grumpy I didn’t even want to cook breakfast. But I made myself crack a few eggs and grab my cute little omelette pan. I had a zucchini from the garden laying on the counter so I sliced it up while a super-bitchy voice played start with protein and fill your plate with veggies on repeat. I was so mad at that voice I didn’t saute the zuke first and told myself this omelette was gonna suck. It did. It was runny in the middle, the zucchini slices were too crunchy and thank God I had the appetite that comes with those lady symptoms we’re not supposed to discuss.
The bulletproof coffee was awesome, though. I used ghee instead of butter and backed it down to 1 teaspoon. Why have I not bothered until today? Yum! It is super easy to throw it all in a Ninja smoothie cup and whizz for 5 seconds.
The idea of packing a lunch made me want to run back under the covers, so I did this for Hubs and I. It took maybe one minute.
A big pile of super greens for us to share and avo for us to split, 2 cans of soy-free tuna, the rest of my current bag of cherries, a salt grinder, two tiny Tupperwares of avo oil with lemon juice and a can opener. No pretty bento boxes for us.
Work was more physically challenging than usual. We did some landscaping in front of the shop before I resumed my normal duties. Know what cures the PMS? Exercise. I was soaked through to my undies and covered in dirt but I felt like myself on the inside.
Hubs decided he was too overheated to eat lunch. I was starving. I ate the whole bowl of greens, my can of tuna, one container of dressing and the whole avo. I stopped at one handful of fruit. It was totally uninspired when I packed it, but I was not complaining while shoving those greens in my face. My mouth was too full to say anything.
Because I was feeling so yucky that morning, I decided our dinner protein would be some Aidell’s chicken apple sausage. No work required. But because the dirt, the sunshine and 7 hours of physical activity make me happy, we decided to grill what is usually a standby meal. We grilled two sweet potatoes, a Vidalia onion, all 5 sausages and a peach.
I actually ate a lot more than pictured. Stuff came off the grill at different times and we ate the food when it was hot. I also sliced some jicama and baked chips while the coals turned white. Hubs and I wolfed those down in seconds. He admitted to liking a new vegetable. Success! Is jicama a vegetable? Is it a root? I really should know this.
It was a beautiful, slightly breezy evening and the view from the deck is blissful. I only thought about beer once and then realized it would not have made the night any better.