It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and while I’m a little embarrassed by it, as this is a forum to express myself, I’ve also just been out of words. The past few months has been littered with exhausting work and play, developing projects, the creative process, a haunting election, and now the aftermath of said political hoo-haa. Of course, there are words, there are millions of them to be said and written and expressed, but I’m having difficulty putting them into sentences that reflect the times along with my broken little heart.
So you’re asking yourself, what the hell is a Whole30?
Can I actually complete a Whole30? Just lean protein, fish, veggies, fruit, nuts and seeds for a month? No booze, sugar, grains, dairy, or legumes… 30 days?
Yes, you can do it. I swear, you can. If I can do it… anyone can. And it will, in fact, change your life.
I moved to Los Angeles exactly four days after I graduated from college. The only reason I didn’t start my drive West the day after receiving my diplomas: graduation-party-drunken-barefoot-tennis-broken-foot happened. It was my left foot, and I drove an old-school stick shift Pathfinder at the time, like a good Southern gal. So, like any amazing mother would, mine flew to Dallas on a whim to drive my broken ass to L.A. Thank God, as that drive alone is brutal.
One half of French and Farrar, me … Steph … is 5 days into an elimination diet called the Whole30. Two days ago, day 3, I was feeling strangely hungover and sluggish after wiping all traces of sugar, grains, dairy and alcohol from my system. My first thought upon waking up that day was, “what the hell am I doing?” and “I didn’t drink last night, did I?” and “isn’t this cleanse supposed to make me feel better?”
Then I channeled an incredible Sunday, two weeks ago, where I indulged in delicious, healthy whole grains, drank Rose’ and played in the kitchen with friends. Only 25 more days to go, and until then, I’ll reminisce.
With one hand on the steering wheel and the other double-checking I packed enough snacks in Vesper’s Spiderman backpack, I finally reverse out of my Valley driveway, earlier than we are all ever usually awake.
What happened to my youth?
Not too long ago, a few friends joined Sierra and I for a summer bowl of soup, cornbread, mango micheladas, mint margaritas and a key lemon tart with blueberries. Even on a hot summer day, a bowl of soup can work… as long as dear friends share a seat in the shade and join us sipping something cold.