One round of whole30 is not enough for me.
I have mumble-mumble years of disordered eating, from anorexic tendencies to binge eating to yo-yo-dieting to juice cleanses to counting calories and vegan diets and raw diets and everything in between.
I am saying this out loud because I need to speak the truth and stop pretending. I have very big problems with food.
And these problems will not go away with 30 days of healthy eating.
Some foods we have access to in this country are like drugs for me. They cause chemical reactions in my brain and my body that I crave. I love french fries. A lot. And I cannot just have one. I will have an entire family-sized box of Triscuits. I will eat a super-sized whatever meal with a large cup of corn-syrupy grossness. I know what’s in there. I can’t pronounce half of those ingredients. And I eat it anyway.
I know how my body operates on whole, healthy foods. I have done it for extended periods of time. I know I am at optimal awesome when I run my body on greens.
Yet, there is a roadblock I cannot quite identify that is preventing me from continuing on this journey.
And until I figure out what that is, I cannot succeed.