They said it would happen. I didn't believe them. Dreams of food so real that you could taste the deliciousness of the maple syrup and feel the utter disappointment that you failed.
I woke up this morning sad that I would have to restart the Whole 30 that I have been doing since I am two weeks in. (It actually turned into a Whole 37 because I restarted at the end of the first week because I ate out a few times and can't be sure that the chefs followed my directions since the steak and broccoli tasted pretty buttery.)
I ate a plate full of gluten-free pancakes (at least I was trying to stay near the food rules) loaded with butter and maple syrup. Those were the best damn pancakes I have ever had! Then I realized that they weren't Whole 30 compliant and I cried because I was so far into the 37 days. I couldn't start over! My last day perfectly coincides with a trip to San Diego. No! I can't restart! And then an annoying buzz starting going off and I woke up.
Thanks god! I still feel a little twinge of disappointment in myself for eating those pancakes. I feel as though I really did--the dream was that vivid. You know those dreams you just can't shake because they feel so real? This was one of them. Now that I think about it more, I wish it were ice cream or caramel that I ate. Pancakes aren't really a favorite of mine.
On a related note, I am sleeping amazingly well. I fall asleep quickly (no more tossing and turning! no more insomnia!) and stay asleep all night. I haven't felt this rested in a really, really long time. If nothing else, this Whole 30 experience has shown me the importance of getting enough sleep and seems to help me get more sleep. Who knew the power of good, clean food? This girl is a believer.
