I'm on Day 6 of the #Whole30 journey.
I made it through 5 days of black coffee, decided I could check that grown-up work week off my bucket list, and went and bought #Whole30 compliant coconut creamer. Deliciousness. #notashamed
A little reality this morning? My #bffhusband's first words to me as I'm propping up the pillows? "Babe, what is that smell?"
Never what you want to hear first thing in the AM.
But when you do begin the investigation, you can't stop until the stinky culprit is discovered. Keep in mind I hadn't had my caffeine injection yet.
Long story short. The scallops from last night. You know, I don't know how to make my house NOT smell like seafood after I make seafood. Feel free to leave me tips. Yes, I had taken the trash out, run lemon juice down the garbage disposal, washed all the dishes, and even ran the dishwasher. My kitchen still smelled like a seafood restaurant—except not in a good way.
Before you go there, scents are typically forbidden within our dwelling because of my people's planet allergies.
Desperate situations, y'all.
Christmas candle lit. Check.
According to the #Whole30 feelings barometer, I should be on I Just Want a Nap. Ummm...every day of my life, always. Ten minutes mid-afternoon and I'm golden. So, welcome to my life #Whole30.
Last night's dinner, despite the hangover smell, was really yummy. Veggies and scallop stir-fry with ghee and coconut aminos (I didn't even know this existed. So good).
Here's something you should know about my life, though. There are nights when I can't feed my people the same food. Our daughter has multiple food allergies, seafood being one of them. So, while I enjoyed the colorful explosion of Yum in my wok, Mackenzie and Zachary began their culinary experience with yellow rice and chicken tenders from Publix. Late night=they can't wait for me to cook because they will pass out from lack of calories, so I throw easy food at them and if they want the good stuff, they can have it as dessert.
She couldn't (Her feelings weren't hurt because of the peppers), but he could. And like any food, the boy showed it intense love by helping himself a few times.
J got home too late for me to feel comfortable serving him scallops that had sat a while (I'm a total temperature freak) so he, too, got chicken and yellow rice. He didn't complain. He's still unsure of my adventures.
If I had to choose the biggest hurdle right now, I'd have to say chocolate. I'm a bit of a dark choco addict, but I've combatted this by putting 100% cocoa in my coffee. Again, bitter woman, so it works.
My body's current status is, Okay, I get it. We're doing a thing again. Systems are adjusting and all engines are still operational.
I'm hopeful, y'all. I know I'm honeymooning, but at least it's good, right?
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Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.