I would like to say that my Whole 30 Day Eight was a walk in the park with lots of spring flowers and birds chirping. I would like that but it would be a flat out lie.
I don’t like to write very many negative thoughts on blogs. I think we get so much of that stuff in the news that it really is a downer to try and read a blog that should motivate and not drag you down into an unhappy place. Wait, my day wasn’t that bad. I mean my dog is still alive, my truck is not broke and my husband did not leave me for a blue eyed blonde at the local tavern.
Life is pretty good. However…. my planning and prepping have not been so good for the Whole 30. I think the wildfires really screwed with my schedule. I ended up eating raw nuts most of the day yesterday and then had quite possibly the most disgusting stir fry on the planet with odds and ends from my freezer and pantry. I did learn an incredible lesson, pineapple and jalapenos are not always good together, especially when paired with last minute mega splash of coconut milk and fajita vegetables and way too much cracked pepper.
I did not have dinner, I ate a plate full of college dare food. I should now be ready to pledge the Mama Can’t Cook Sorority. It was really that bad and I pride myself on cooking. I mean it paid the bills for several years. Apparently cooking grain and dairy free takes a little more thought. But I will learn, I mean I am wearing a pair of my goal pants today and will hopefully be wearing them loose pretty soon.
Later taters! Oh how I miss your white fluffy goodness.