Maybe some of you with nothing better to do are wondering whether I embarked on the Whole30, and if so, how it’s going. I did, and OK so far. I probably wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t have two friends who are doing it as well. We got together for dinner on New Year’s Eve, the night before the launch. The first course would be entirely Whole30 “compliant,” as they say:
That’s barbecued prawns with portobello mushroom caps. Mmmm.
And the main course was certainly compliant:
Mmm, beef tenderloin.
But you don’t go on a 30-day sugar/grain/legume/dairy/booze purge without one last fling. Which was dessert:
For the last few days, we now text one another pictures of our meals. To be supportive, you know.
I have but this to say: I miss bread. I don’t miss booze. I don’t miss sugar (too much — the fruit helps). But man, that lunch would have been better as a sandwich.
One day at a time. And if I give it up, no biggie. It’s all about learning.
Is there anything as boring as another person’s chow? No. But that was a lovely, delicious chocolate-Chambord mousse. February isn’t so far away.
So, the tree is now at the curb, the ornaments are back in their boxes, Kate is back at school and I’m back at work. Threw some stuff out, sent a million emails, did a bit of spadework for the next eight weeks of assignments. Ate that grim lunch at my desk and tried to explain the Oregon situation to Kate on the drive to Ann Arbor. Honestly, I think the Onion nailed it:
What are the protesters’ demands?
$5 million in cash and safe passage to 1874.
I also slept terribly last night, so I think I’m going to turn in early. Have a great Tuesday, all.