So. I fell apart. Completely, unless you count the occasional on-track healthy meal.
I don't totally know what happened--something like a binge following a diet, though, if truth be told. Which is so dumb. Believe me, I know. I KNOW.
While on my 30-day adventure of no dairy, no sugar, no grains, I didn't really miss grains, though I kept thinking oatmeal would make my mornings easier. I didn't really miss dairy, except for Greek yogurt and that in theory more than practice. I missed my Trader Joe's salad dressing, though, and hardly ate any salad because I hated every other dressing I tried.
I missed Diet Coke. (Hey, don't judge. I know it's not good for me.) I missed a big glass of ice and lime and Diet Coke. So sue me.
Anyway, I didn't mind eating without dairy or sugar or grains . . . really, I didn't. It was pretty easy to say, "no thanks, I'm not eating that this month" . . . but now? I'm hurling down a mountain, barely swimming my way through an avalanche. What is wrong with me?
So, tomorrow . . . tomorrow I am going to eat protein and vegetables and healthy oils and fruit. Easy as . . . pie? No, no pie.
I'm a little bit mad that this whole eating thing is turning out to be a lifelong struggle. Why can't I just be normal when it comes to eating and food? If you find out, please let me know.