The Struggle Is Real

I originally took my Whole30 before photo for myself. I have been taking pictures all along my weight loss journey and comparing them–desperate to see a change. I have bed head, no makeup and am overweight wearing spandex–not my finest moment. In fact, it is pretty embarrassing and nerve-wracking to have photos like this out for everyone to see. I dove into Whole30 desperate for change.

I’m just a 31 year old mom of 3 living on one income trying to find my way as a mom, a wife, a homeowner, an adult, a person. I think you get the picture. Me sharing wasn’t to say I had it all figured out. That is the farthest thing from the case.

My entire weight loss journey has been highly motivated by other people sharing their journey. It helped me to see what was possible and it helped me to believe it was possible. This is why I shared.

Originally after sharing my Whole30 results I was going to dive right into another one. After much consideration and reading I decided that I had to “trust myself”.

Then we celebrated Quinn’s birthday and went on a mini-vacation. We followed that up with the pumpkin farm and apple picking and carnitas at my brothers and nacho bar at my sisters. Everything was a special occasion and a reason to indulge. I went to bed last night feeling like I wanted to throw up. I napped almost every day this week.

I told Ross, as we were dozing off, that tomorrow I was going to start another Whole30. I know Whole30 isn’t meant to be a way of life, but I think I need a little more time. For me, that slippery slope is still hard to manage. So today was officially day 1 of round 2 of Whole30 and telling y’all makes it feel super official.

I’m literally stumbling my way through this process. Today, as we sat down to dinner and I ate whole food without feeling a tinge of guilt–I knew that another round was the right decision. I didn’t have to worry how much olive oil was used or measure out my broccoli and butternut squash. I just ate and stopped when I was full. I watched my kids stuff their faces with broccoli and squash and eat chicken legs like King Fergus in Brave. This is how food was meant to be eaten.

This isn’t the easier path. This takes time and preparation, but it feels good to be back here.