blogging is tough work.

This should probably be a continuation of my previous blog entry, but I am not in the mood to do that right now.  For once after a medication adjustment and twenty-eight whole days of the Whole30, I don't want to talk about my thyroid!  I'll finish it later, but it basically ends with me having Hashimoto's Disease and about six months to live.  Just kidding about that last part!  Hopefully I'll be on earth for a good while longer.   Like the old song goes, "Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight!"  Name that tune, friends! :)

My life for the last 28 days has consisted of label reading, scanning labels with a fancy app that I had to purchase, and throwing the biggest fits since early childhood.  I have been following the stricter than The Trunchbull rules of Dallas Hartwig's claim to fame, Whole30.  Living this life has been so hard, but very rewarding.  

Y'all.  In my first post on this blog, I revealed my weight (or what it was the day I went to Dillard's and 'shopped til I dropped' (too bad I didn't make that up myself).  Since I still have two more days left of this concentration camp of a lifestyle and I cannot step on a scale or measure myself, I have no idea if I've lost weight or not, but I really think I have.  My clothes fit better.  I sleep at night.  I have more energy than usual, but I'm not running marathons.  Yet.  There are so many non-scale victories that I've won: giving up the poison that is Diet Coke, reading TWO books and staring a third, and abstaining from Chick-fil-a for longer than a few days  I still have two days to go, and I'm so proud of myself for keeping a promise I made to myself.  However, when Thursday rolls around-- if you need me, call El Portrillo because this dog mama needs all the margs!  

xoxo, 

Meagan