I’m not averse to an omelet once in a while, especially if slathered with goat cheese. I enjoy scrambled eggs a couple of times a year, if there is cheddar cheese melted in (because nostalgia for growing up eating my mom’s famous “cheesy eggs” gets the better of me). I have a fairly good relationship with hardboiled eggs, especially at Easter and when deviled. However, I have gone through two pregnancies with gestational diabetes, and I have lived long, dark months of egg after egg for breakfast. That seems to have been the only breakfast food my consulting nutritionist could offer me. Eggs for breakfast every day is like my own personal limbo (not the fun game, but the outdated spiritual state).
Otherwise things are going great! I have a lot more energy than I have in the past few days, and I have realized that I’m not hitting a significant wall at 3pm, which was pretty frequently the norm before I started the Whole 30 plan. Of course, today will be an interesting test as we return to our regular programing with a week full of schooling, extracurriculars, errands, and long days with my husband at work. I’m really glad that we started this journey on a long holiday weekend. It helped immeasurably to have my husband home to share in the kid-wrangling and meal creation. Time to spread my wings and fly this Whole 30 thang solo: Here’s to rocking the Whole 30 in the real world!