
Not sure why this photo of me is so over exposed or cover-jacket-author-bio-esque. Thanks for nothing, Photobooth.
Sorry I have been completely remiss in writing since day 17. It’s been pretty hectic and I have been working a lot on my other site. It makes this post very anticlimactic, therefore, because I’m done! I am officially done with the Whole30 challenge. Shall I sum it up with you?
The Awesome Things:
Regularity
Oh lawd, did my intestines love me. This is coming from someone who has nagging intestinal issues that haunt my daily life. Eliminating dairy, legumes, and any possible allergens through eating little to no preservatives meant I felt consistently good for the first time in my memory.
Clear skin
My skin was flawless. Not a blemish could be seen and it had that “dewy glow” that pregnant women are always talking about (we get it and we’re not jealous of you).
Not Drinking
Being able to drive home at the end of the night is awesome. Being able to get up the next day, run a 5K no problem, and be a productive human being is also awesome.
The Not-Awesome Things:
Not Drinking
It’s a fact of life that certain situations require lubrication. Loosening a rusty bolt, certain sexual situations, and social confrontations. I’m not talking about being dependent on the sauce for all situations. I’m talking about first dates and the situation I ran into, which was working a charity event in which I had to walk around selling things. It turns out I’m not really a natural salesperson and a glass of wine does wonders to my confidence.
Not Eating “Normal” Stuff = Annoying
Cooking a separate Easter brunch was annoying, and buying three different types of dessert for a birthday was annoying, and I was sick, and I just wanted to put something in my mouth and it was annoying. Not painful or impossible. Just annoying.
Lessons Learned
Think Before I Eat, Stop Eating Unknown Ingredients and Unnatural Preservatives
We, or more specifically I, should be thinking before stuffing something into my mouth. Sure, I know it’s going to go through my body, but I’m not thinking of the possible effects it may have. I’m just thinking, “DAMN THIS BACONATOR IS TASTY!” Meanwhile my intestines are like, “What in the name of…oh COME on! I can’t digest this! We’ve been over this! And what is this…lecithin??? Dextrose??? I don’t even know what this is!!!” I think I have to stop thinking of my digestive system as a playground that I can accidentally turn into a landfill. Also, not feeling bloated is a surprisingly sexy feeling.
So now I read everything before I buy it or eat it, and if it’s full of stuff I can’t pronounce or know is not good for me, I just won’t eat it. It’s simple, and it makes me feel better.
Cooking Healthy Things Is Not Hard and Takes Very Little Time
*But you have to have ingredients. Whipping up some eggs over spinach or boiling sweet potatoes and having them with fresh vegetables takes 15-30 minutes max and it tastes amazing and is super filling. That said, the ingredients have to be there. Grocery shopping every week makes me excited about eating healthy things and keeps me planning my meals. It also makes me feel more regulated and in control.
Drink Water. DRINK. WATER.
I have been paying so much attention to my body lately that I can tell the difference between dehydration hunger and food hunger. If I don’t drink what seems like a constant source of water all day, I will be constantly hungry. I’m in the middle of training for a half marathon, so that’s really not that surprising, but still: lesson learned!
Conclusion:
I highly recommend any eating plan the involves eating things that have a positive impact on your body, mood, and outlook on life. We should constantly be evaluating our food choices because it’s really easy to be fooled by marketing and no one is immune. Is whole wheat cereal good for you? Possibly. Foods low in fat tend to be good for your heart, this is true. That doesn’t mean eggs and bacon are necessarily bad for you nor that you should constantly eat sugary cereal because sugar coated raisins in raisin bran isn’t necessarily good for you either. Some things are no-brainers, i.e. McDonald’s is never good for you.
I also recommend any eating plan that encourages you to learn how to cook and forces you to try new things. It’s no joke that Whole30 is a lifestyle change because it’s not like there are fast food restaurants serving fresh, preservative-free dishes. This means you have to cook for yourself and branch out. I think that’s wonderful.
Congrats to anyone who has pulled it off and I definitely hope to continue applying the lessons I learned to my current lifestyle. Me and alcohol are getting back together, though. I just can’t quit you, social drinking!












































If The End Is Near, I Say: Bring It On
DECEMBER 21ST, 2012. THE END OF THE WORLD. PREPARE YOURSELF. IT’S COMING.
Or maybe not. Let’s prepare for that too.
I’m not really in the Christmas spirit yet so I’ve decided to write about our assured impending doom, according to a Mayan calendar someone decided to bring up a couple of years ago to the delight of Danny Glover, who just doesn’t seem to get enough bit parts in movies these days.
What is fascinating about this discovery is not the discovery itself, but people’s fascination with said discovery. If we took an avid interest in every proposed doomsday scenario, we wouldn’t have time to talk about anything else. Combined with the whole zombie apocalypse obsession, can it be suggested that people want an apocalypse? Are we craving an excuse to rid ourselves of society? To abandon the offices and commence the looting? To cover ourselves in the blood of those yippy dogs next door and piss in the corners of a deserted Pottery Barn?
Actually, the desire for an apocalypse makes sense. If a wave of zombies rolls through our town, or a merciless hybrid hurricane-tornado-blizzard ravages the country, or an asteroid hits conveniently far away enough that we survive, or aliens/robots/giant mutated insects unexpectedly go on a killing rampage, we would no longer have to confront our regular responsibilities. We would be forced to reinvent ourselves. We would meet new people. We would probably live in a new place and possibly travel to other new places. We would be required to learn new skills, like how to use weapons and defend ourselves. Most importantly: we would have a singular and very obvious purpose in our lives.
People crave the shit out of having a purpose in life. Isn’t that what religion is all about? Unfortunately the world doesn’t just hand us a “the meaning of life” instructional guide at birth. That means we have to find our own meaning. Sure, a worldwide chaotic event is an easy excuse to make a big change in one’s life, but there’s got to be another way that doesn’t involve running out of toilet paper forever!
So if the apocalypse isn’t going to happen but you are feeling restless and want to reinvent yourself…why not just, well, reinvent yourself? You don’t have to defeat a zombie king, but you don’t have to pack up all your things, abandon your loved ones, and move to the Cayman Islands either.
Start small. Throw away all your old clothes and buy new ones. Sign up for a marathon.
Want to meet new people? Take a class. Painting. Cooking. Language. Start a conversation in line at a store.
Want to travel? Travel! Travel down the block. Travel cross country. Life is constantly happening. You would be surprised what’s happening 100 feet away from your house.
Want to learn new skills? Take dance. Take karate. Take archery. Go to a firing range. Google DIY stuff. It’s fun!
Listen: we all have purpose to our lives. All of us do. I’m not saying we are here for a reason. We don’t know that. Humans are just another species of animals on Earth; however, we have the greatest potential and resources to make an impact in the lives of others, and to be special to others. If you are not special to someone, you’re just not getting out enough. A fulfilling life takes effort, just as a beautiful garden takes cultivating. So get off your ass, keep moving, and make your life what you want it to be. Don’t waste time expecting someone to do it for you.
I have made it my goal to live a fulfilling life. I don’t want to look back on my death bed and say, “I did all I could do,” I want to look back on my day and say that. On December 21st, I will be in Rome. I will be surrounded by strangers, and my loved ones will be thousands of miles away from me. If the world does end, I don’t think it would make a difference were I with them. They know I love them. I’ve told them. I’ve showed them.
But just in case it wasn’t clear, guys (and you know who you are): I love you. I love you for loving me. For seeing the shitty parts of me and still loving me. For listening to me rant for an hour when all I really needed to say was one sentence (and then laughing about it). For making it safe to be myself, which is all I ever want. I love you for being real. For your weaknesses and your humanity. For your quirks and humor, seriousness and dramatic flair. I love you for appreciating and cherishing my love, for respecting me and seeing me as who I aspire to be, rather than the small person I feel I am sometimes. You make me great. You make me want to be great. It’s you guys. You have given my life purpose.
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