Day 24 –
So. Bone soup. Bone broth. Whatever we’re calling it. Fail. I cooked it long as recommended … and cooked the liquid right away. In a crockpot. Because I’m an award-winning chef! Oh me…
I decided that since all the bits of meat and additions like carrots and celery were still there, I’d just add more water and let that water soak up what it could. Didn’t want to waste as much as I could avoid it. This I cooked only until evening and called it good.
I lack certain skills, and cooking is just one of them. I’m getting better in many ways, but it’s definitely a slow process, especially when I mess up a slow-cook recipe.
In other news, I sat for about a half hour next to a Subway restaurant while my husband got a haircut and I did not die from cravings! I mean, BREAD! It smelled lovely, but I was honestly pretty all right about the whole thing. Though I hadn’t had breakfast yet (bad, I know) and I had already walked/ran 5.2 miles, I still wasn’t overcome with lust for the delicious foods cooking mere feet away. It was all good. I was all good. I like this.
(Did you catch the 5.2 miles part? Yeah, my energy rocks!)
Day 25 –
Five more days!
But no, I’m not looking forward to the end of this plan in order to do something big or eat something I shouldn’t. (In fact, I’ll be in the middle of Live Below the Line next week, so I’ll be eating even less.) I’m just excited to reach a full 30 days of eating well and feeling better!
These weeks have been wonderful in so many regards. I’ll talk more about that on Day 30 and Day 31, but suffice it to say, I’ve hardly ever set out to do one thing for 30 days and succeeded, and as far as big things go, this has been pretty BIG!
Day 26 –
Today I headed out to meet a friend for lunch. In the event that the restaurant we chose didn’t have compliant foods, I took along several items to eat just in case. When I ordered, I became “one of those” people. You know, the ones who ask a million questions about the food. But it felt empowering to take that control into my hands. This is my body and my journey, so it’s important not to sit quietly and hope for the best.
Overall, energy levels are still up, but I’m facing some new pains. I don’t know if this is more of the same ole, same ole still working out the kinks, or if I hurt myself (seems more likely), but I have different aches here and there. And by the end of the night, I had lost my voice. No illness, just no voice.
Revisiting the bone broth — it ended up cooking well enough the second time around, and I’ve enjoyed several days of that. Good for me makes me happy!
This is Day 5 of getting up at 5 a.m., which is only significant to bring up since it’s a Saturday and I never get up early on purpose unless I really have to. I have pep-talked myself into just getting up, not re-setting the alarm, not snoozing. Just getting up, because I know I’ll be just fine once I do it.
I get up, have a little coffee, write my morning pages, spend time in the Bible, and then start my day. Like the Whole30, where I’ve been creating new healthy eating habits and attitudes, I’m also working on my spiritual and creative health, too. Waking up means many things to me now. I’m waking up to life, to energy, to feeling better, to God, to my writer side, to my artist side, to me. It’s all very good.