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Whole30 Day 25

I keep having very vivid dreams that I break the "rules" and eat a bunch of breads or something else off plan. It's disheartening. This morning the feeling from the dream is still there and I'm actually sad. This week has been hard for me not to go back to my old ways and emotionally eat. I guess I did a little but it's been with healthy foods at least.
Last night my littlest had her first Christmas program. It was absolutely adorable. Afterwards, my little family got cupcakes. I obviously opted out. 

So apparently I've stopped taking food pictures. Ok. Everything seems to be a repeat right now anyway. 
Meal1: chicken with bell peppers and onion in a turkey broth. 
Then some guacamole with green bell pepper and cucumber. 
Meal 2: chicken chili soup 
Strawberries and almond butter
Clean jerky with no soy sauce. 
Half a Laura bar
Meal3: tacos of grassfed ground meat and chicken, bell peppers, onion and guac. And broccoli. 

Feeling frustrated with my acne. Which has improved but due to scaring and a recent flare up, doesn't really look like it. 

And wanting to eat all the comfort foods around. Secretly I allowed myself to finish up my whole30 tonight. Tomorrow is my husbands birthday and our Christmas party and it just made sense to just end it five days early. But I couldn't bring myself to eat any of it. So here I am still :)

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