So another whole30 finished. Kind of. (Psst. Goals for this one. What I ate in a week.)
This one actually ended up being a whole21. We curtailed because I wanted to focus on reintroduction, and we only had so much time before Thanksgiving.
On Day 22, I had popcorn after dinner. On Days 26-27, I had cheese. Day 29 was gluten. Day 32 (Thanksgiving), wine. After that we head to Naples so I guess it will be pizza reintroduction, followed by probably a week (or more) of recovery.
I’ve been thinking a lot of thoughts lately and feeling a lot of feels.
On life. On the future. On goals. On happiness. On what I want to do when I grow up.
Basically what follows here is a swirling brain dump of stream of consciousness gibberish. I wouldn’t blame you for skipping. But if your mind is also caught in the vortex lately, by all means, stick around!
When I was a kid, my mom says she would stand in the produce section of the grocery store, patiently picking the fruit with the stickers on it. Why? Because apparently little diva me would only eat ones with stickers.
When my youngest sister was a kid, she went through a phase where she would only eat “chicken.” That meant we ate A LOT of chicken at our house. Green chicken. Chicken that tasted suspiciously like beef. No one could contradict her.
She also would screech, “she’s looking at me!!” if someone was not in her good graces. I was indignant that instead of redirecting her behavior, we were told to stop looking at her. We didn’t do anything wrong! Why should we have to be the ones to change?
Even though it was unjust, my mom said it was easier to try to get us to alter our behavior than the two year old tyrant’s. Now, I totally get it. Oh, I get it.
Henry used to be complacent when I cut his juice with water. Then one day he rebelled. NO WATER. JUST JUICE!!
So now what do I do? I sneak around my kitchen, surreptitiously mixing water and juice in the juice bottles. See. Just juice. Henry must never be allowed to see the mixing.
This is total crazy pants behavior that I now accept as completely normal. Because I’ll admit it. It is easier to change my behavior than his.
OK, spill! What crazy things do you do to avoid a fight with your kiddos? Please tell me I’m not the only one!
Roman Reboot 