In the past month:
*We’ve found out a friend had cancer and had surgery
*We’ve found out a family member had cancer and had surgery
*We’ve found out that family member needed more surgery
*We’ve had an immediate member of our family have a stroke
*I’ve been assigned to a new position at work, so I am wrapping up loose ends with the old one and transitioning to the new one
In the past week:
*I’ve written a check that is 3 times the size of our rent to the IRS
*Buster has been the sickest he’s ever been which meant not a lot of sleep for us, and a significant amount of hand wringing about what to do
*He’s been to the vet twice, requiring both of us to rearrange our work schedules and to rely on my mom to help watch him
*We’ve spent our vacation fund that we were planning to use on a quick getaway on tests to help us more accurately diagnose what is going on with our dog baby
I was doing fine with all of this until about Wednesday night. Day 24 of our Whole 30, by the way, which frankly is probably why had been in a pretty good mental space despite all of the stuff going on. It had been a long day, and our second trip to the vet and honestly I was just feeling all of the feelings. My solution? Frozen yogurt for dinner. And you know what? It worked. :)It was 80 degrees, we ate outside with Buster who was showing signs of feeling better and we coasted over that mid-week hump. Last night we got together with friends and there was crackers and blue cheese with chunks of honey comb and whole roasted branzino and artichokes with aioli and wine (oh the wine!) and fresh ravioli. And then for dessert the most darling little glasses of strawberry coconut panna cotta paired with white riesling and it honestly couldn’t have been less Whole 30 approved.
And it was FABULOUS. The friends, the conversation, the dogs all playing together in the backyard — it was just what the doctor ordered. But also, in an effort to be transparent, the indulgence was about 6 days ahead of schedule.
I’ve felt too great over the last few weeks to really deviate (MAN! If only they could bottle the Whole 30 Tiger Blood feeling) so I plan to just get right back to it. Maybe not an official Whole 30, but I’ve just been making too much progress and feeling too bright eyed and bushy tailed to let much crap sneak back into the kitchen. We’ve got a lot going on in our personal lives these days, and my favorite gift to give myself is to make sure I’m eating in a way that will help support me mentally and physically.
We’re busting out the grill this weekend and probably going to go a little nuts. What’s cooking over there in your neck of the woods?