This is my twenty-first daily post and also my twenty-first day of the Whole 30. I've been a little less strict this time -- two days in a row I ate some bits of cheese because I didn't realize it was part of a salad, and I haven't been as rigid about traces of sugar in commercial mayo and corned beef. It's still a pain.
The thing is, it makes a startling difference. The closet-cleaning? The Getting Things Done motivation? Whole 30, I'm telling you. The most telling thing: I've been worried and unhappy this evening about some probably unbloggable stuff. Instead of sinking onto the couch and vegging out in front of the computer, I landed on a totally bizarre stress management strategy. I pulled out my mending pile, and set about dealing with its contents.
I used to be a person who mended with some regularity, but that was years ago. This mending pile was like an archeological dig, man: some of those layers went back years. I have tossed some and fixed most, but there are two items that need buttons sewn on. Off I go to sew them-- I can see the finish line.
Eating this way is not really sustainable, especially in a family with a vegetarian kid. But I wonder what might happen if I kept it up...
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