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Whole30 Day2: November 13, 2013



Day2 musings: 

Being mindful about my eats is causing me to be mindful about other things as well. 
Last night sucked. I was a crab apple. 
I'm staying full much longer than I thought possible. 
Which means maybe sweets="hunger"?
I like coffee
I think I'm going to have to give coffee up eventually. 
This isn't easy, and I know it will get harder, but I'm focusing on the fact that food is not my everything and I'm capable of not eating junk. Sometimes I'm just saying "only 30 days" and sometimes I am saying "I want to always do this" 
It's taking out the guesswork and constant battle. "I want a donut" instead of responding to that with should I get one or why I should or shouldn't it's just "no. I'm doing the whole 30. I'm dedicated."
Advil does not have the ingredients listed on the bottle. 
I miss bacon (I can't find one without maple in the ingredient list)




Eats:


I forgot to take a picture of dinner (i gobbled it up too fast) because as you can see lunch was... Lacking. ;)  
But it was chicken thighs with healthy gravy and asparagus. 


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