Day 2...again

     My husband and I tried the Whole30 together a couple months ago. He lasted the whole 30 days and I lasted 2. It was probably a mistake to attempt something so drastic so soon after a major surgery (especially one that rearranged my hormones). I've decided to try again now that I'm 4 months post op. It's day 2, and last night I dreamed of cake - a delicious 6 layer Neapolitan cake with fresh raspberries and cream to be precise. I still have a headache, and I'm still hungry, but now I'm in a completely different head space and I'm ready to tackle this beast.
     For those of you who don't know, the Whole30 is basically a 30 day Paleo diet minus all added sugar (honey, maple syrup, and molasses included). It's supposed to retrain your taste buds and your brain to crave good food instead of processed crap. They say that the amount of suck you feel during the first stages of the cleanse is directly proportionate to the amount of garbage you consumed prior to starting. I may or may not have eaten half a package of raspberry Oreos, half a dozen chocolate sea salt caramel cookie dough squares, half a dozen mozzarella sticks, and nachos the day before we started. I also may or may not have eaten at every fast food place within a 5 mile radius of my house in the week leading up to diet. 
     Now, I'm having cake dreams 2 days in because my body is really confused. Broccoli? What the hell am I supposed do with broccoli? This doesn't taste like a Big Mac! Indeed taste buds, it does not. But I need to do this. I want to feel good. I want to be strong and feel alive, and with my laundry list of medical conditions, it's going to take something this drastic to get me there. It's the reason I tried this the first time. I'm never going to make the milestone of going hiking with Ian if I don't woman up and change my relationship with food. Trust me, this doesn't mean that I'll never touch a 6 layer Neapolitan cake again. It just means that hell or high water, I'm going to learn how to eat one slice occasionally and not devour the whole sinfully delicious confection in one sitting. Now, I'm off to eat chili for breakfast because I can. Tootles.