Whole 30 Recipes That Got Me On The Wagon | April, Anti-Gluten Activist

Article Courtesy: April Peveteaux, Gluten Is my B*tch

Whoa. So maybe I’m not so good at doing something like this for 30 days. It’s true on Saturday I enjoyed a tortilla and a couple of cocktails. I wish my backsliding had been a lot more interesting, but alas, it was not. Sadly, my bad attitude about this did not adjust. I just jumped back on the horse and cranked my way through. You guys, I need a gluten-free cookie and a glass of wine like nobodies business. But until that magic happens, thanks for all of your rad suggestions. Like these faux nachos above. Thanks for that amazoids tip!

Instead of doing my own seasoned grown beef and guac, I picked up some supplies at Chipotle, then fried the world’s tiniest sweet potato chips in coconut oil. It was great. Really.

And this cheater’s pork stew from Nom Nom Paleo? Also great, in spite of the sad lighting on this bowl.

Nom Nom also did me a solid with these recipes for lime chicken and spicy cauliflower.

That cauliflower recipe is going on heavy rotation. SO good.

In fact, all of this food was great. I made some more sweet potato hash for breakfast, indulged in lots of locally made yummy almond milk, had some spinach and bacon eggs, and I can say with all honesty it was good food. So. What’s my problem?

I want some carbs. I want some sugar—hey, it can even be in honey form—and I want it now. What a baby, right?

Here’s what I’ve heard from people: “After day 20 it’s easy.” “It’s really not that hard.” “You’re going to feel AMAZING.” “Your skin is going to look gorgeous.”

None of these things are true.

What is true is that you can make amazing food on this diet. I feel like I’ve totally done that with the help of lots of great food blogs. I’ve lost 10 pounds and my digestive system has been happy since eating non-processed food is perfect for a celiac. No risk of hidden ingredients means no pants pooping. That is a win.

So maybe I’m weak. Maybe I  just have no patience. It’s possible I have a problem with anyone (even my own head!) telling me what to do. Maybe I’m just a better person on sugar. Or maybe, I’m too dumb to notice that if something is turning you into the crankiest girl in town, maybe it’s time to stop.

I’m going to think on the lessons learned, what was gained, and why at the very end of this Whole 30 I’m all, “‘Eff this, let’s get in the car and get outta’ town!” When only a few weeks ago I was all, “Happy Whole 30 New Year!” Let’s ponder, shall we? Okay, just me then.