Day four I woke up and had the best morning pee of my life. I'm focusing on staying hydrated, and I think I'm doing it right. Lord.
Had my breakfast, since I'm trying really hard to eat before the gym, which is new and weird for me.
I don't make fancy things. I combine foods that my palate likes, and moosh them all together and call it a meal. Broccoli, kale, eggs, coconut oil...all good things. All good things when you put them together. Even better with hot sauce on top.
Worked my ass off at the gym doing a chest and tricep circuit, then I felt like going to the grocery store to stock up on more veggies. My favorite store is called Natural Grocers. It's like Whole Foods, only with more reasonable prices and nicer people. I love them. They recently got these goodies. During this Whole 30, I am nut free, so I can't have one, but after the 30 days, you bet your ass I'm going in face first. They're W30 compliant, except for the coffee flavor. I wish I wasn't obsessed with nuts. First world problems.
For a snack I had....wait...I don't think I had a snack. That's okay, dinner was the shit anyways. On Monday I had cooked up a spaghetti squash and hadn't yet eaten it. Soooo, naturally I used it as my base, topped with some chicken, cauliflower, zuchinni, and hot sauce. I love hot sauce, back off. The veggies were cooked in tallow for a fat source, and I could have swum in the delciousness. I was hungry though, so I ate it instead.
After getting home I realized I was about 400 calories under my goal and a little hungry. I hadn't had fruit today, so I decided to make a bowl of moosh, which is what I call everything without a name. I had 2 oz of chicken to start, because protein is important, then I made a berry/coconut milk/coconut flake bowl of awesome.
My nails are gross, I know. I'd paint them, but my habit of lifting heavy things scrapes it off and it's a waste of time. As far as energy goes, I'm up up up. I sleep better, deeper, and wake up more refreshed. My digestive system is...moving along, if you get my drift, and my mood is elevated. I haven't weighed myself, and I'm starting to actually believe that the number isn't important. If I end up gaining weight, who cares? I'm healthier and I feel better. After all, isn't that what life is about?