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| Tomato soup with sauteed shrimp and fresh basil -- and no baguette |
The first few weeks of any new self-discipline are always a perverse sort of fun. You're just so proud of yourself for jogging/cutting caffeine/giving up cigarettes -- the deprivation, the self-denial. You're just such a good person. You're a frickin' hero. You are doing this.
And then the boredom sets in. You are doing this ... and you have to keep doing this forever. Uuuuuuuuuuuugggghhhh. It's like getting to the end of a great two-week vacation and being informed that no, you can't go home, you have to keep on vacationing. Forever. And this hotel is lovely but man, what you wouldn't give for a night in your own bed.
That's how I feel about Whole30 at this point.

