Whole30 - Day 1

Day one has not started well. 

It should have.  I read and studied and researched.  I read three hundred ingredients lists on the back of grocery store packages.  I shook my fist at the heavens and cursed at the grocery gods as I found meat after meat after meat labeled...sugar, sugar, dextrose, sugar.  No wonder we all love meat so much, it is laced with sugar so we think it tastes more like candy.  Somewhere there is a very rich, very smart...but very bad...man responsible for this.  I overcame this and found acceptable ground turkey, chicken breast, and prosciutto.

I gathered up my fruits and vegetables.   It took me forever to check out because nothing in my cart had bar codes, I had to look up everything.  I came home and organized my cupboards and my fridge, I made LABELS. 

Last night we ordered pizza and I only ate 2 pieces.  I patted myself on the back, drank a caffeine free Coke, and thought how ready I was.  I talked to Jack about how excited I was and how it felt good to be starting.  Then I went to bed.

Baby Girl...did not.

Baby Girl is teething.  Baby Girl wanted to be cuddled inside my skin.  Until she didn't.  She wanted nothing to do with Daddy.  Until he went downstairs.  Then she shrieked like he had taken one of her limbs with him.  She fell asleep in an exhausted heap, only to wake ten minutes later when I exhaled too loudly.  We played this fun game til about 3 am.  Then we switched to every hour until we were up for good at 8.

I felt exhausted.  And thankful that I had spent time yesterday making turkey breakfast patties for my kickoff meal this morning.  They smelled so good and I was so geeked and ready to take on the day...and they were NOT good.  Soooo disappointing.  But I choked one down, ate some fruit, took my multivitamin,  and drank a few ounces of my emergency back up V8 juice that I did not think I would need quite so fast.  

Meanwhile, Baby Boy cried that his milk was in the turtle cup...that he wanted real pants not jammie pants...that I could not produce his special firetruck shirt that he does not even own...and that sister touched his foot.  Baby Girl screamed over the dog lying on her blanket...not being allowed to use Mama's toothpaste...having a banana instead of my V8...and pretty much everything else. 

The universe is not with me but I will prevail...stay tuned...