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Whole30 Day12: November 2013

Ah. Woke up feeling amazing again. Super excited for my coffee and coconut milk and had a date mid afternoon that tasted like pure gold.
Yeah. Taste buds change fast. 
I am at the point where I do want to give up cuz I'm kinda bored kinda tired of keeping this up and I don't want to ever stop eating this way. For now my skin is still getting better. I definitely think there's a hormone shift going on with my body. My moods are changing. My body feels different. 
But my workouts are lacking currently. I am hoping its temporary.... 


That weird looking goop in the background is leftover speghetti squash "Alfredo" from dinner the other night. 
I had way more sweet potatoes than this. Is binging on sweet potatoes a "thing"? Cuz I did. I think my body needed the carbs or the calories. Because we had some sweet potatoes last night right after. Dinner as well. Just not as many....
Dinner was put off due to yet another birthday party where I ate no cake. This is at least getting easier.  I had another Lara bar before the party thank God cuz I got home way after dinner and could only munch on veggies at said party. Dinner was more leftover steak and veggie and finished that off with some coconut butter. 
Went to bed satisfied. 


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