The Last 90 Days: A Challenge

How is it October already?? I have to admit, September was a complete blast for me. It’s quickly becoming my most favorite month of the year. The summer starts to drift to fall, the sunrises and sunsets are gorgeous, all of the new school activities are in full swing, and it’s what I now lovingly refer to as my “Em-dependence Day,” the day I became a fully-functioning adult!

Moving Day! Sept 23, 2017

I’ve recently been turned on to Rachel Hollis and her new book “Girl, Go Wash Your Face.” If you haven’t heard of it, I highly recommend you check it out! Rachel has a unique brand of tough love that can really get you fired up and ready to live your life! She is currently hosting a challenge called “The Last 90 Days,” where you put the same focus, passion, and fire into the last 90 days of the year as you had done right after the new year. Because the year isn’t over yet, y’all, and even if your January resolutions crashed and burned, who says you can’t dust them off in October and give it another go? So I signed up for the challenge. Because I love me a good challenge. 😉

It’ll be quite the trip, and you should come with me! You can sign up on Rachel’s website, thechicsite.com and get more info there. Or you can just follow me along on my journey, you Damian Lurker you.

Ready to start? Or at least got your popcorn ready to sit back and observe the floundering chaos that I’m about to perform for you? Great! I’ll see you tomorrow with my weekly update.

Go make it a great day!

Guess Who’s Back

You guys, I went and did it.

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I signed up to take my CrossFit Level 1 Coaching Certification!

This has been on my bucket list for a while, and I noticed I had no kids and no plans yet for Labor Day weekend. So I got inspired to check out the CrossFit website and see when the next certification weekends were taking place. While I didn’t find any within the Bay Area, I did see that there was one in Park City, UT that weekend. What if I made a fun weekend of it? Cashing in some of my airline miles and a quick Airbnb reservation later, and I’m going to CrossFit Camp in the mountains over Labor Day!

Meanwhile, I haven’t been to CrossFit in over 3 months. And I took a break for what seems to me like the silliest reason – my ex-husband still attends the gym, and I just didn’t want to run into him. Even though I’m a morning exerciser and he has set days in the evenings that he goes, I still felt icky-weird when I walked in for my usual 6am class and saw his name on the board from yesterday’s WOD. But I really, really missed it. At home I would lift on my patio when the mood struck me, I signed up at the local 24Hour Fitness, and I picked up running again. I looked into maybe attending at another gym, but they’re all a good half hour drive from my home, and I know that turning a 1-hour time commitment into a 2-hour time commitment will not work for me. But I miss MY gym. I miss the intensity, the community, and the variety. I miss being pushed to develop skills that I just don’t think to do on my own. I miss the expertise and knowledge of the coaches, having that resource available to advise on a modification or teach a new mobility exercise.

I knew I wanted to get back to the gym. My gym. And I know that it’s a small town, and I can’t be able to avoid the ex forever. So I worked really, really hard to clear out my stuff. I went to therapy, support groups, and classes when I could. I read books, developed my own “Divorce Recovery” program, and worked it one day at a time. I knew that I wanted to get on the other side of this beast with love and compassion for all involved. And I wasn’t perfect. The snarky text to him would slip on occasion. I found myself in the victim role more than a few times. But every time I would reset my focus on the goal to get on the other side with love and compassion.

After doing this work for several months, I went back to CrossFit last week. I took it easy considering I’ve lost a lot of strength, and it felt great to be in the class again. We did a deadlift-power snatch complex and a 12-min AMRAP with barbell lunges, pike push-ups, and double-unders and my life was complete and thank you and goodnight. And that icky-weird feeling, while still there a little bit, was overpowered by my excitement and satisfaction on being back.

I still have a long way to go and a lot of work left to do, but for now I’m happy with the progress I’ve made. I can start to live my life again and enjoy the things that make me happy. Even if those things mean I have super-sore glutes for like three days 🙂

Go make it a great day, kids!

Happy Donut Day!

Happy National Donut Day, everyone! I would like to play it off like I totally knew about this and had everything planned, but the truth is we showed up at our usual Friday donut spot and were informed of our festive contribution by the large publicity poster.

So we celebrated, like the good Americans we are.

Meanwhile, on the home front, everything is crazy. I’ve been traveling a lot lately for various reasons, and with my upcoming trip to Australia nothing is going to change anytime soon. My apartment is a mess, and I finally did laundry which means there are now 4 clean loads piled on my bed. The kids have been complaining, “I don’t have any underwear in my drawers!” To which my reply is, “go look in The Pile!” I’m sure I’m the only irresponsible adult that does this and no one can relate. 😉

But I am a creature that prefers to thrive in order rather than chaos, so I did clean out one corner of my bedroom as my “clutter sanctuary” and finally got around to setting up the hanging pot for my sad neglected philodendron. Is it too cliche to name him Phil?

Workouts from the Week

Since I’m now in running training mode, I want to start logging my training from the past week. This will be the boring part of the post, so you can stop here if you’d like.

Saturday 5/26: C25K run, Week 5 Day 1 of the program. Run/walked 2.09 miles in 31″ up around my folks’ neighborhood in Oregon.

Sunday 5/27: Recovery day with a 4 mile hike along the Rogue River to Rainie Falls.

Monday 5/28: Drove home from Oregon, but I did stop at a couple of rest stops to stretch and work on my mobility to break up the drive.

Tuesday 5/29: C25K run, Week 5 Day 2 of the program. Run/walked 2.23 miles in 31″ in my neighborhood. I was crunched for time, otherwise I would have zipped over to Lake Chabot, which is way more scenic than the auto repair garages and medical buildings that dot the landscape of my backyard.

Wednesday 5/30: I had some bodywork done with my chiropractor. Holy cow, they went to town on my glutes.

Thursday 5/31: Example of “You fail to plan, you plan to fail.” Stayed up super late on a work project, so I slept in and the whole day was a rushed blur. Collapsed into pizza, beer, and a movie with the kids for the evening’s activities. Note to self: you’re never too tired for a little living room yoga or a few kettlebell swings!

That’s all for now, go make it a great day!

Reality Sets In

Happy Wednesday, friends! How is your week shaping up? Mine is utter chaos. It’s good to know that life is full of consistency.

At least I got out of bed and squeezed in a run this morning.

I say “squeezed in,” but really I meant “accepted that I’m going to have a two minute shower and still be late for work.” Because goals, people.

I had a moment of panic the other day, realizing that I signed myself up for a half marathon wth am I thinking everything hurts when I run holy cow. So I need to take this seriously if I want even moderate mobility left come mid-November. My ailments are nothing unusual, just your basic I-spend-12-hours-a-day-sitting symptoms. I saw a PT about it a while back, and the recommendation was to work on core strength and hip mobility. Of which I’ve done none of it. Because core work annoys me. And I forget to stretch. Buuuut, I think I have to be a big girl now and work it in, because being able to functionally move >> sitting around. Or so I’m told.

In other news, I bought a new car last month, and I just found out it has the most perfectly sized snack holder in the door. I like it when the Universe has my back.

That’s all for today, go make it a great day!

When Workout Routines Change

Happy Fri-yay to you! I meant to post this last night, but the kids got the better of me. Which is fine; sometimes in the evenings I prefer kiddo snuggles to scrapping together the latest “create, not consume” campaign!

I haven’t been going to CrossFit lately, and as a result have been looking for other avenues to maintain my fitness within my budget and time constraints. As much as I LOVE CrossFit, it’s really challenging to fit it in my schedule right now, especially the days I have the kids. Plus, I was nailed with a mild flu over Thanksgiving, and I still feel really worn down. So I’m trying to listen to my body right now and choose more low-impact activities until I feel more energetic again. I know I have the tendency to run myself into the ground if I don’t pay attention, and these days I can’t afford to let my tank run dry.

One of the things I’ve been working on is my own personal yoga practice. It’s a rough go, because I have the attention span of a goldfish when left to my own devices, but it’s kind of nice just doing what flows I want to do with what feels good to me today, and not having to listen to someone else. I just put on some music, set my timer for 20 minutes, and stay on the mat until the bell rings. This is fitting nicely with my current goal of doing stuff at home without having to pack the kids up and haul them to the gym. And in the evening after a day of huddled over my laptop OMG it feels soooooo good to stretch!

The other thing I’ve been working on is getting into running again. For the longest time after Buttercup was born, running just felt awful to me. Slowly I’ve been testing it out here and there, and my body finally seems to be starting to adapt to it again. I’m sure the CrossFit has helped a lot with this, because we often have short runs in the workouts that’s just enough to get my body used to the motion and stress again. So I’ve re-re-started my Couch to 5k program, and am about 2 weeks into it. I find that the amount of time spent actually running so far is just enough to get my body moving without introducing too much stress, and I really like the freedom of itm that it doesn’t take any planning or prep; I just decide, “I want to go run right now,” and I throw on the shoes and go.

Finally, on the rare mornings I wake up before the kids and feel like a bit of morning movement is in order, I am a HUGE fan of my kettlebell. I also have my barbell in my apartment, so I can put together a nice little interval workout with kettlebell and unloaded barbell moves. My favorite these days is:

3 rounds of:

  • 10 American KB swings
  • 10 goblet squats
  • 10 single-leg deadlift (each side)
  • 10 barbell shoulder press
  • 10 KB snatch (5 each side)

Usually in the middle of the third round Buttercup comes downstairs demanding, “I’m hungry!” so I may or may not finish the circuit.

That’s all for now, go make it a great day!

Finding the Happy

Note: I found this post in my Drafts folder, written over two years ago. Two years, and while I’m much better at this, I still have to remind myself to not wait for perfection to be happy!

I’ve tried to start this post several times, but it has never seemed to come out sounding right. But we’re rolling with it right now, because there’s no time like the present. Hope you’re ready for a woo-woo, deep thoughts kind of post.

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Lately, I’ve been having more bad days than good ones. This may come as a surprise to some people, especially if you know me personally, because generally I don’t let folks in when stuff is bothering me. But over the years I’ve turned into a bit of a negative person. Or maybe I’ve always been a negative person but thought I was a positive thinker, and finally have been seeing they layers peel off as I try to be more honest and authentic to who I am. I don’t know, but it’s been more and more apparently lately that I’m unhappy. Which is ridiculous, since I really have absolutely nothing in my life that should make me unhappy. I have a great job, a loving family, I live in my dream city, all the things that could make a person happy are right here in front of me. And yet I feel like something’s missing.

Then the other day it clicked for me: I thought happiness would come when everything is perfect. It would be effortless and automatic, something I didn’t have to think about. And until I found that perfect formula, found the elusive balance between all of the forces that pull a person apart – personal wants and needs, caring for others, work, family, goals, chores, downtime – that I would be unhappy. And that’s not it at all. Not even close. Somehow, and I wish I could articulate it better because it was such a game-change for me, but somehow I came to the understanding that happiness is from within. I choose, despite outside influences, in the face of all the other failures and difficulties the day can throw at me, I choose to be happy.

Mind. Blown.

4fe0c2fc9d25fec798f72e887461008eOkay, now y’all are probably sitting there like, “Duh! You just figured this out, did ya?” Or maybe you’re thinking, “I have no idea what she’s talking about.” Either way, it is so hard to explain what it’s like to have a total mind shift. And I cannot tell you how it felt to suddenly realize that “the power to go home has always been in my ruby slippers” and to change how I felt about life events and the world in general, all I have to do is click my heels three times and put my mind in a better perspective.

When people tried to explain this concept to me in the past, I thought it was that mind-over-matter, fake-it-till-you-make-it crap. Oh, yeah, I’m just supposed to ignore all the things that are going wrong and just, like, shut my eyes and pretend they don’t exist, and suddenly I’ll be happy? Um, they’re still there. How do you just ignore problems? You don’t. You have to fix them.

But you don’t have to be miserable doing it.

b3f71b46c6eb5721c39818d62b484b80For me, it took seeing what I wanted the end game to be for my problems. To take myself out of the here and now, and look at the big picture, the 10-year, down-the-road scope of it all. Does this really matter? Will it always be this way? Chances are, no. So why do I allow myself to be so sad over things I can’t control or are not permanent? I don’t need to. I can make my own happy, and still work on stuff without letting it work on me.

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With this new revelation, I’m ready for change. I’ve been “trying” to change for the better part of a year now with less than successful results. But I haven’t been the master of this voyage, my emotions and feelings have. I base my decisions on how I feel at that moment, not how my actions will make me feel long-term. Stressed at work? Eat some cookies to deal with it. Too tired to work out? Oh, go back to bed; the gym will be there tomorrow. Hurt or angry about something? Better hold that ish and don’t tell anyone, you better not let other people know you have real emotions like a real human! But I don’t have to be a slave to my impulses. I can choose to respond rather than react.

I’m going to try and put these principles in action, and see what difference it makes. To choose to be happy with what is here in front of me now, and to let go of the stuff that’s not in my realm at this time. Because, you know, n=1 experiments are fun!

Go make it a great day!

ERtR’s 2016 Resolutions

Welcome to a bright and shiny new year! I couldn’t resist taking a crappy iphone photo of the last sunset of 2015 from my deck the other night:

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I don’t always make New Years resolutions. Sometimes I do, but rarely do I keep them up the full year. You know, like EVERYONE ELSE pretty much. I usually fall into one or two traps: either I don’t make them goal-ish enough where they’re something I can actually track, measure, and improve on, or I take on too much too soon and burn out. This year we’re going to incorporate both traps! So here is my list of reasonably vague and overwhelming resolutions for this year.

My 2016 Resolutions

1. Whole30 & Whole9 Monthly Challenge

I’m participating in the January Whole30 this month (on Day 2, woot!), and will finish this up by January 30th. I might do another one later this year depending on how things go (i.e. how off the rails I slide between now and then.

A group of folks on the Whole30 Forum proposed doing a “Whole9 Challenge” that I think is pretty cool. The Whole30 is just one aspect of a larger organization called the Whole9, which preaches nine factors for optimal health including nutrition, sleep, socialization, getting outdoors, healthy movement, and other stuff. So each month we’ll focus on improving one of these nine pillars of health. I’ll post this in more detail later.

2. Crossfit twice a week

I’m currently crossfitting twice a week, and will continue to do so. Eventually I want to boost that to at least 3 times a week, but we’ll see how time and energy will allow.

3. Blog daily and keep up with my feed

I will intend to blog daily, but y’all know how that goes when Life Stuff happens. But I’ll do my best. Some days there just isn’t much to talk about, and it’s okay to take a break now and then. What I won’t do is go on month-long hiatuses without first announcing it. Let’s be honest, usually when I don’t blog it’s because I’m not making it a priority and I’m just being lazy.

Also, I keep trying to follow my bloggy friends, but usually it’s just a quick glance from my Feedly app and I can’t always comment right then and there so I tell myself “I’ll do this later from my computer” then it doesn’t happen. So I’d like to make more of an effort to interact with the blogging community by prioritizing reading and commenting.

4. Get adequate nutrition, rest, and recovery

Now that I’m working out for realz again, I’m noticing the effect it’s having on my body. I’m sore, tired, and so. hungry. So I’m prioritizing a lot of recovery and self-care such as foam rolling, early bedtimes, and an Epsom salt bath when I feel really achy.

5. Play with the kids every day

Guilty parent moment: Squish asks me about 147 times a day to play with him, and usually 146 to 147 of those times I respond with, “I can’t, I’m working/doing chores,” “Not now,” or my personal favorite, “Sure, in a few minutes.” Total lie, a few minutes later I just move on to something else and we repeat the request-response circle until bedtime. I’m not building any credibility with him with flaking on my promises all the time, and they’re not going to be this young and eager for Mom to play with them forever, so I’d better seize my chance while I still can. Even if it’s just five minutes, I need to carve out play time. I mean, Fun and Play is another Whole9 factor, so I’m sure on that month when I’m focusing on it life will be all couch forts and super awesome train track setups!

6. Everything in it’s place, and a place for everything

When we moved from our apartment to our house in May, we didn’t have a lot of stuff since we were up-sizing so much. But the stuff we did have, I didn’t really do a good job of organizing it when we moved it. Things just got shoved onto shelves and closets and there’s no rhyme or reason. Then of course we have all this space now, so we can get more stuff! I’m sick of the clutter, and it’s hard for anyone to feel comfortable with helping me put anything away because apparently only I know where anything goes thanks to the haphazard “organization” system. I’m not sure how I’ll structure it yet, but over the year every room, closet, drawer, and shelf will by systematically cleaned out and reorganized in a way that everyone agrees on. Plus, we’ll have a routine clean-up process so every evening and weekend chores get done and clutter dealt with. And now the Gods laugh, because I am a mere mortal thinking I can make this happen.

7. Be happy. Find a system of replacing negative thoughts with loving ones

After my break since October, I’m going back to therapy. It was nice trying to ride my own bike for a bit, but I still have some areas where I need assistance. Since I’m trying to manage my depression without drugs, I need to lean on other modalities more. One of my biggest pitfalls is allowing myself to get weighed down with negative thoughts, and not bothering with trying to replace them with positive ones. It’s a practice and not something that’s easy to just “do” when you’re suffering from mental illness, but it makes a big difference if I keep up the practice.

8. Search out a method of spirituality that resonates with me

This one is a bit personal, because everyone has strong feelings about what they believe. That’s awesome, and I think religion and spirituality is a beautiful thing and I am happy for folks that have found their path in whatever way that is. For me, I really don’t like organized religion. I tend to march to the beat of my own spiritual drum, and I don’t like others telling me what/how I should go about thinking about the universe and beyond. But I do like the community and connection that comes with bonding with others over like-minded philosophies. So I’ll do some searching and reading and find a community that shares what I feel. Worst case, I make one up myself! “Church of the Emily: Come Be Your Own Awesome.” Haha.

9. Read books and update my Goodreads list monthly

I love reading. It’s my favorite. I don’t always make time for it, but when I do I can plow through a book in one or two sittings. I’d like to do a better job of tracking what I’ve read/will read through my Goodreads account because I like to track those things and recommend stuff I’ve enjoyed to others. Recommendations are always welcome!

10. Find joy, and love hard

And then this. Find the joy in life, and love life hard. That is all.

Go make it a great year!

So Long, 2015!

I perused through some of my old posts from this time last year (I hardly ever do this!) to see if I did any sort of New Year’s resolutions or goals. I didn’t. Big surprise. But I did stumble on my journal from earlier in the year that declared my theme for 2015 to be “authenticity.” This time last year, I was still struggling to find the “new normal” from Buttercup’s arrival and feeling the loss of “baby” Squish as he pretty much turned into a little kid overnight while wrestling with postpartum depression in our tiny apartment in downtown San Francisco. Most of my friends were single, childless urban dwellers that I would occasionally be able to meet up at a bar or at a party, but there was a chasm between our life states I could never really bridge. They thought I was super cool that I was a mom twice over that could still “party.” And by party, I mean get a sitter for a couple hours so I could pretend I enjoyed the club scene. But I hated it. My body and emotional state rebelled. The weight piled on, the depression got worse, and I had no idea what it would take to feel normal again.

We moved in May to the East Bay, to a beautiful “forever home” in the perfect suburban neighborhood close to good schools and surrounded by other families with littles. Slowly things started to look up for me. I was surrounded by nature, and tried to take advantage of the nearby fire roads and hiking trails. The kids suddenly had tons of room to play and grow and make friends. Squish started preschool. I connected with some of the neighbor moms. I took on a couple of Whole30s and started to feel kind of good again. I could breathe.

All my life I’ve just sort of done what everyone around me is doing, what I’m told to do. I just wanted to be normal. But now I know that normal is painful, and you have to do what is right for you, not everyone else. That’s what this year has taught me, in a weird way. You’d think that, “Well, duh. You had a family and found out city life doesn’t work anymore. Shocking.” But it’s not just that. You have no idea how much I rebelled at the though of being a suburban mom. It seemed so cliche. I wanted to be the hip, cool lady that just happens to have kids and does all the things so effortlessly. I am not immune to the wretched no-name plague that strangles otherwise smart, confident women into thinking they are doing it all wrong, that it shouldn’t be this hard, that if they could just be more _____ (organized, smarter, calmer, focused, whatever) then everything will magically happen and you win, I don’t know, some life award or something. “Congratulations, you win at Adulting!” Ugh, worst award ever.

Whatever you’re drawn to, be open to it. It’s okay to like weird stuff. It’s also okay to like what everyone else likes. It’s all okay.

2015 kicked my ass, and I am grateful for it. I’m so pumped to see what adventures 2016 has in store!

The Level: Because Standing is Boring

Disclosure: I was provided The Level from Fluidstance for a product review. All opinions are my own.

A few weeks ago, I changed to a standing desk at work. I switched to a standing desk because I read so much internet fodder proclaiming its benefits, and I did notice some aches and pains developing that I attributed to my 12+ hours a day seated in a chair. Overall, I have really liked the switch. Sure, I can’t really wear heels to work anymore, but I never really did before anyway.

But aside from the usual transition period gradually building up and finding that sweet spot of standing time vs sitting time that works with my body, I discovered an unexpected side effect of my standing desk time.

Standing is boring. It just is.

And if I couple standing with some really mind-numbing work task such as spreadsheet work or data cleanup, it makes my day nearly unbearable. Normally I’m a super-geek that loves this kind of stuff, but when coupled with standing I get So. Very. Bored. I want to cry. That bored.

How is it that before I’m able to happily crank on the gangsta rap and churn away, but now when I’m standing I want to scream? Well, I’ve noticed that for me, sitting disengages a lot of sensations for me. To compensate, I’m not a passive sitter. I tap my fingers, jiggle my feet, and do other subtle and possibly cube-mate enraging fidgety movements when I’m sitting. But when I’m standing I just … stand there. This makes it harder for me to “zone out” and get to that trance-like place that work involving intensive concentration takes. Which makes me rage-y.

 

I had no solutions for this issue other than to limit my standing to email or other less brain-intense tasks. Which was lame, because I want to stand. Which is why I was stoked to try out The Level by Fluidstance*.

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Hey, matching shoes this time!

The Level is a balance board designed for standing desks, gaming stations, and pretty much anywhere you just stand around at a desk or table. It has a sand cast aluminum frame and wood finish options to match your office environment or personal taste. Think of it like a skateboard and BOSU ball had a love child, and you stand on the flat part and balance on the round-ish part.

 

(Pictures from The Level’s product page, because I know I’m a horrible photographer)

When I stand on The Level to work at my standing desk, it subtly engages my whole body to balance. I can rock, swivel, or if I’m feeling really plucky spin around in a 360. I don’t really notice that my body is working any more than standing, but according to the Fluidstance website when studied, standing on The Level showed a 15% increase in heart rate than sitting at desk which is pretty cool. But who cares about health and science when my body can swivel and surf around while my brain is working?

It also has a very elegant design in a modern office.

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And my chair has now been downgraded to Nerf dart gun holder

The Level has really upped my game at work, and has made the standing desk an entertaining perk instead of the groan-worthy accessory I insisted on for my “health” as it was starting to become for me. Hooray, work is fun again!

If you’re interested in The Level or for more information about the benefits of standing desks, check out the Fluidstance website. They also have an interesting blog I’ve been following too if you’re into that sort of thing.

I’m off to go see how many times I can spin around now. Go make it a great day!

*Note: these are not affiliate links, I just want to point you to the right info and save you a Google search!

 

Picking Up

Yesterday I picked up my Couch to 5k again and went for a run before work. I did 1.72 miles, and wished it was a bit longer. Once I get moving in the morning, I really like running. The trick is to talk myself into getting out of my warm, cozy bed when my brain still thinks it’s too early. Stop it, brain. We have things to do.

  
I’m on Day 20 of Whole30, and the past several days have been a struggle. I am having regular cheat dreams where I binge on whatever I want. Last night it was fun size candy bars on a sinking ship.  There’s a metaphor for you. I can’t make this stuff up. Anyway, this Whole30 has been easy to stick with only because I’m so doggedly determined to follow through. But I am pretty mentally exhausted from telling myself, “no, why don’t you have a can of tuna on some lettuce instead” all the time. I just want to nuke a frozen corn dog and call it good. But it’ll make me feel crappy, so I nuke a chicken apple sausage instead.

  
What do I do to feel better about food? Get new food! My Tin Star Foods ghee came, and I am now in blissful butter-flavored heaven. All the ghee. It’s stupid expensive – came out to around $16 per 1lb jar – but I am so happy for a different cooking fat other than coconut oil. Sometimes I use olive oil for variety, which contrary to other stuff I’ve read is perfectly safe to cook with. But I’m to the point where I need some variety, and ghee delivers.

  
Another way to keep it interesting when I’m feeling “meh” about a Whole30 meal is to indulge in favorites. I didn’t pack a lunch yesterday, and the thought of a tuna salad depressed me. So I threw in some almond butter, a fruit salad, and splurged on some Epic bacon bites which are a new obsession.

  
Bacon. In bite form. 100% compliant with no added sweeteners. Zghomg.

I can’t get anywhere better after that so go make it a great day!