The first few days of the Whole 30 program have come and gone, and somehow I'm still doing this thing.
Does it have to do with my fiancee's ultimatum that if I don't complete the 30 day program that I can never complain about gaining weight again for the rest of my life? A little.
Does it have to do with early results? A lot.
Now, I haven't magically dropped all the weight I want to, but I have dropped enough to make me curious what Week 2 will bring.
As for no soda/alcohol/pizza/enjoying life? That part is more out of sight, out of mind. So long as I don't talk about it, I'm okay. The second I start talking about it, I become a puddle of immaturity, kicking my legs in the air and begging my fiancee to let me off the hook.
Of course, she won't let me off the hook.
I'm still getting used to drinking coffee with this ghetto Whole 30 approved creamer and the soda thing has been - so far - not too terrible, thanks to a supply of La Croix berry flavored soda.
I did try this gingerberry flavored Kombucha. It smelled like antiseptic. Tasted like it too.
Overall, I'd say Whole 30 isn't bad. But I still have the weekend to come, and that's when I like to let loose a bit.