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Whole30 Day13: November 2013

My biggest struggle? Eating breakfast on time. I'm thinking ill prep a permade breakfast for this week. 
My skin is looking good enough in the mornings that I'm comfortable with makeup on and it's not oily like it used to be. 


But my skin changes drastically with hormones so I am waiting to celebrate. 

Breakfast:  
Carnitas with two eggs veggies and salsa. 
And a full plate of fruit. Because I can. 
These are mini plates btw. 
Coconut milk in my coffee. 
Lunch looks gross but it was good. Leftover mushroom chicken spinach with bell peppers and onions stir fried with some coconut aminos and yellow mustard. A needed a new taste :) 
I had a spoonful of almond butter before hand so hopefully that covered my fat until I can get some avocados. 
Also:
Can we talk non food? I forced myself to take a break today and it didn't involve food or tv or planning. That's a big deal. It did however, involve reading, tea, and an epsom salt bath. It is nice to breathe instead of focusing on the nearest thing with sugar and carbs. 
Today's to do list does involve kombucha tea and bone broth making :) 
Dinner was paleo chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries, a spoonful of coconut butter. Maybe 2. And a pitted date. Or two.
:)




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