So according to the Whole30 timeline, days 10 and 11 are the hardest days. The days where the newness has worn off and there aren’t enough visible changes to keep inspiring a person to continue. I didn’t feel that way at all today luckily.
The schedule was jam packed today. I had so many things on the to do list on top of having a full work schedule. I actually had to set alarms on my phone to remind me to do things that needed to be done.
I was at work by 7 a.m. I finished up by 1 p.m. I rushed out of there to complete some errands. Then home to care for the dog and walk him. I worked up a sweat, so I quick showered and headed out to an appointment.
Somehow Jared and I had had a miscommunication about dinner. Last night when I asked him what the plan was, he said, “Well there’s a ton of chicken and green beans in there.” So I said, “Ok, that’s what we will have for dinner.” Fast forward to earlier today, I confirmed that we were just having chicken and green beans for dinner and he says, “I guess, but that’s what I had for lunch.” Are you fucking kidding me? Did I completely misunderstand, or did he forget what he said? Ugh. So we just agreed it was a leftover free for all night. I would have chicken and he would eat turkey burgers…or whatever he wanted.
I don’t actually like to eat differently than my husband. I like us to have the same thing at dinner. What we do during the day is whatever, but I like our shared meal time to be time for bonding and closeness. Maybe that’s a little weird, but it’s what I prefer. So I decided we were going to have alfredo. I just needed to make a quick stop at the grainary for some primal kitchen alfredo sauce.
5:03 p.m. The grainary was closed. Tuesday is the only day that they are open until 6. I was just about to give up and go back to the leftover idea, when I thought I would look at Walmart. A quick online search said they actually had it in stock. Now I just had to find it. I looked and looked and looked on the shelves. Couldn’t find it. I walked up and down the aisle the internet said it was in. Nowhere. I was just about to give up and I walked down the aisle one last time. THERE! One jar with a label tuned away from me, but I caught a glimpse. When I looked behind it, there were more jars still in there cardboard. I don’t really think it’s a popular Walmart seller, but I was so grateful they carried it.
I rushed home and pulled a bag of shrimp from the freezer to get thawed. I chopped peppers and mushrooms and got a spaghetti squash in the oven to cook. In between sauteeing the peppers and mushrooms, I realized I had to get my Board Certification for my massage license done. It’s just a lot of paperwork. Download the certificate, upload it to this site. The website is slow and the process really took far longer than it should have,
Somehow, as Jared walked through the door, I was finishing up dinner by getting the spaghetti squash “noodles” mixed into the pan with the veggies and shrimp. I can’t lie. The alfredo sauce doesn’t look like traditional alfredo sauce. It is made of oil instead of cream and comes out of the jar in a blob. I KNOW that I’m not really selling the product with a description like that. Once it was in a hot pan and started to warm up, It looked sooooo good. Everything in the dish mixed together far better than with a cream alfredo sauce. I thought it was probably the best alfredo I have made to date, and Jared thought it was good, but couldn’t really tell the difference between the primal kitchen alfredo and the prego alfredo that I normally use. Men..oof.
All that to say this…the day was busy. I was rushing from here to there and everywhere. Plan changes happened and slow websites threw monkey wrenches into the day. My energy throughout was stable. No crashes. No moments of feeling worn down or needing a rest. On top of that, my mood was also stable. The website being incredibly difficult and slow could have been enough to have me throwing in the towel or at least having me using curse words. Today, I was totally cool. Is it the Whole30? Quite possibly.
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