I finished my first Whole30 last week. Thursday was the official day 30, but I continued the diet through Friday.
Then, to be able to celebrate my friend’s birthday on Saturday and celebrate finishing the Whole30 with my boyfriend on Sunday, I took a two-day diet break. I pretty much fell off the wagon for two days: On Saturday I had a muffin for breakfast (tried two but couldn’t even eat the first one), and cream in two coffees.Then, my body was freaking out, so I gave it two bananas and a whole bunch of raw veggies. It didn’t get any protein until around 5:00 pm. Bad scene, not to be repeated.
Dinner on Saturday was a delightful catered party spread that included homemade salsa and tapenade and fruit and veggies and meats and artesanal (sp?) cheeses and wraps with goat cheese and sauces and crackers and… SOOO good! Definitely worth “falling off the wagon” for. Or horse. I started with horse, I had probably continue with horse.
The bite-sized finger-food party grazing spread was fantastic. I had been in touch with the caterers beforehand to make sure I wasn’t falling off the horse for a meal full of deep-fried food and breads and sugars, etc. But no, of course no. These people are way too classy for that.
I also tried a couple of the signature drink, The Justin, named in honour of the birthday boy. After no alcohol for a month, I felt like two was enough, and what with a glass of punch besides, I started having a major thirst issue and couldn’t drink enough water.
But I’m pretty sure it was the dessert that caused the painful pangs in my belly the next morning. Justin’s mom is the dessert queen. I do not exaggerate. In all honesty, she is the Martha Stewart of our region, but dessert is possibly one of her brightest stars.
There was an entire table full of desserts that she had made. Cupcakes. Cheesecakes. Pies. A gigantic red velvet black forest trifle cake. Chocolate. Peanut butter. Strawberries. Skor. Caramel. Whipped cream. HEAVEN!!!!
I couldn’t help it. If the dessert was going to kill me from the insides out, I was going to die with the best dessert in the world on my lips. So I tried at least a bite from three desserts, including a whole (small) slice of pecan pie. Mmmmmmmm!!! I didn’t even have the presence of mind to take a picture of that plate of goodness, such was my eagerness to devour it.
Yesterday morning, for a few minutes, I felt cramp-like pangs in my belly. Then I got up and added cheddar and sriracha to an otherwise Whole30-compliant omelette, and cream to my coffee. Ahh dairy, I’ve missed you! In the afternoon, I ate leftover braised cabbage, aware I would be sinning majorly that night.
Knowing I’d be going another month without any kind of grains or dairy, I decided to pile on another layer of dirty eating and make pizza for my celebratory dinner with Johnathan. Caveats? I put lots of veggies on mine, and made the dough and sauce from scratch. Both involve non-kosher ingredients. It was a cheat or bust kind of weekend, I guess.
Then I proceeded to deviate further and I ate an absolutely heavenly leftover cupcake from the party the night before, and then one my most favourite awful foods: a Cadbury Creme Egg.
Oh, and full disclosure: I had 2 glasses of wine with my pizza.
By now, all the Paleo people are cringing. Sorry, guys.
As much as I enjoyed all of those flavours that I had missed and will continue to miss, I was glad to get back to the strictness of the Whole30: I’ve gotten used to feeling great all the time, and all the cheese and chocolate and cupcakes in the world can’t give that to me.
Pushing the reset button
Today was supposed to be the first day of my second Whole30. It started well, but when dinner-time hunger pangs hit, I felt the need to not waste the two pieces of leftover pizza in my fridge. So I had to strike the attempt and postpone Second Whole30, Day until tomorrow.
This second edition of the Whole30 is going to be even more hard-core than the first: no Fudge Babies. Less fruit. Less almond butter, less smoothies.
I’ve been inspired by a great opportunity which I will tell you about tomorrow. Stay tuned!
Meanwhile, I’m excited to get my good sleep back and lose the residual tailbone pain…
4 thoughts on “Cheese and Bread and Chocolate, oh my. AKA: I fell off the horse for 3 days.”
I loved the “wait there’s more” type of commentary. Hilarious indeed. Barbara calls days like that free-gan days. The first sugar I had after doing the Hallelujah diet for 3 months straight was in the form of an oreo cheesecake I made for family Christmas out west. Talk about the rocket ride that first mouthful sent up into outerspace. Carb euphoria! Crampy tummy later.
Somehow I picture a bent knee bent in a Radio Flyer wagon and a long Koopman leg on the pavement and pushing off. Paleo is back on the road.
Well thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
Carb euphoria indeed! One month from now, I plan to go more slowly…
Love the Radio Flyer image. Thanks for that. 🙂
Gah, sounds like my anniversary weekend! haha non-paleo induced coma lasted a few days, but starting up again felt so good! Good luck with the next 30 days 🙂
Thanks! As much as I enjoyed every mouthful of decadence, I am so excited to get back to feeling great all the time!