I hate everything.
Seriously, this is the most miserable thing. Ever.
No. I’m sorry. I’m certain that there are people in the world who are having a worse day than I am. But I haven’t had sugar, carbs, or caffeine in eight days. I’m having a difficult time forming selfless thoughts.
I’m having a difficult time forming any thoughts.
I want to quit Whole30. So badly.
The thought of quitting crosses my mind at least once a day. Usually as soon as I wake up in the morning. My first conscious thought of the day is something along the lines of, “I quit.”
But I haven’t quit. Not yet, anyway.
Do you know how hard it is to go out to eat with the staff on these Wednesday lunches?
It’s probably more challenging for me than the others because I’m the pickiest eater on earth. So most of the salads or veggies that other Whole30ers are enjoying are kinda gross to me.
I know I should use this as an opportunity to expand my pallet. But I just don’t know how to get there.
Lunch is Chipotle today. I like Chipotle. But I can’t get the burrito I usually get. I can’t even get the chicken that comes in it because it’s cooked in soybean oil. Which is apparently a no no. And we’ve already covered the veggie issue.
I don’t hate a salad. But I’m particular about the greens that comprise the thing. I like spinach. I can’t stand lettuce.
But even spinach is nearly intolerable without dressing. And there are so few dressings that are Whole30 compliant. And those few are way more expensive than they need to be.
I miss pizza. I miss tacos. I miss bread. I miss cereal. I miss milk. I miss cheese. I miss Coke.
I’m irritable. I’m snapping at friends. Things that don’t normally bother me are rubbing me the wrong way. I’m hungry all the time and I don’t really like most of the things I’m actually allowed to eat. I’m on the verge of tears.
I don’t want people to judge me for quitting.
But I want to quit.