Well I am just about as good as keeping on track with my blog as I am with keeping on track with whole30. Pre x-mas I was doing alright with staying mostly in touch with my paleo side. I have been dating so a few drinks spilled down my throat here and there. But I stayed AWAY from the sugar as though it were a death bomb ready to explode inside my little veins.
Remember my mom?? The one who cooks for a small village during the national event of Thanksgiving?? Unsurprisingly, she likes to top herself during the wonderfully humble event of Christmas. Alleluia.
Peanut butter balls, caramels, and star cookies! Oh my!
This is how I fell totally off the caveman wagon and had a week-long, sugar-induced coma.
On Christmas Eve I headed over to my parents' house around noonish (because I didn't have any food to eat in my own house) and opened the door to a cheerful home, adorned with jingle bells, mistletoe, and a fridge full of yummies. I ate a small portion of those yummies. My siblings came over to exchange gifts. I ate a slightly larger portion of those yummies. My siblings left and I decided to spend the night. I ate just a few more of those yummies. And I had sprinkle cookies for breakfast. It just became a bad habit that I didn't want to break. The food didn't satisfy me so I just kept shoving it in my big mouth, chasing the dragon.
Then something happened that led me to eating way more of my mom's wonderful homemade cookies and candies. Simply stated, my dog bit me on Christmas morning and I ended up with 9 stitches in my hand :(
I stayed with my family for another three days and in exchange for room and board, I HAD to help finish off the foodage. I don't even want to think about the scale. And my mood is TERRIBLE. Here's to a new year and another month of metabolic reset.
I promise I won't be such a dull crab in the next post. You can thank the kale.