Day 1: The Coffee Cream That Broke the Camel's Back
Never before have I been so thankful that I did Keto for almost a year. It makes the specter of all the things Whole30 cuts out so much less daunting. So just as a review, Whole30 is basically eat meat and vegetables, seeds and nuts, some fruit, enough fat to keep you satiated. Everything else, out. Which brings up the conundrum of coffee creamer.
Some people blanch at sugar, others take real issue with the breads and grains. I'll be honest, the thing really sticking in my craw this morning is no cream for my coffee. Awhile ago, I started experimenting with taking dairy out of the daily because when I was doing keto, I realized it was making my joints absolutely cry in pain. Since then, let's just say, dairy has wormed its way back into my heart but mostly in the form of making stark black coffee a beautiful, velvety brown nectar of the most important gods.
Did I search through everything in my fridge to see if anything would work? Yep. Nothing. I had so-called "coconut creamer" at the ready only to realize there's evaporated cane juice in there, another fancy name for "jacked up with sugar." Regular milk, no. So I put in full-fat coconut milk hoping for a magical solution: no. I mean it was tasty, sure. Were there luscious coconut globules of fat on top? Oh yes. Was it the same? Noooo.
Though many say this diet is restrictive, it's not. Not at all. I have free reign of incredibly nourishing, nutrient-dense foods. It's just that it restricts all the things that we love. And why do I love them? Probably because they give me comfort more than provide important fuel to my bod. Do I need cream in my coffee. If we define need as something that I cannot do without, then it's a hard "no." Of course I can live without cream for my coffee. Do I want to?
Well, that's another story.
This is not rocket science but it is the real challenge of eating in a time and place in which factory-made junk, full of its made-to-be-delicious preservatives, salt, sugar, and other agents of cellular destruction, literally owns the grocery store. For the next 30 days, I'm going to have to relocate my comfort, hopefully to its rightful home.
That didn't stop me from ordering nutpods from Thrive Market in a state of coffee panic. One step at a time, my girl. One step at a time.
Some people blanch at sugar, others take real issue with the breads and grains. I'll be honest, the thing really sticking in my craw this morning is no cream for my coffee. Awhile ago, I started experimenting with taking dairy out of the daily because when I was doing keto, I realized it was making my joints absolutely cry in pain. Since then, let's just say, dairy has wormed its way back into my heart but mostly in the form of making stark black coffee a beautiful, velvety brown nectar of the most important gods.
Did I search through everything in my fridge to see if anything would work? Yep. Nothing. I had so-called "coconut creamer" at the ready only to realize there's evaporated cane juice in there, another fancy name for "jacked up with sugar." Regular milk, no. So I put in full-fat coconut milk hoping for a magical solution: no. I mean it was tasty, sure. Were there luscious coconut globules of fat on top? Oh yes. Was it the same? Noooo.
Though many say this diet is restrictive, it's not. Not at all. I have free reign of incredibly nourishing, nutrient-dense foods. It's just that it restricts all the things that we love. And why do I love them? Probably because they give me comfort more than provide important fuel to my bod. Do I need cream in my coffee. If we define need as something that I cannot do without, then it's a hard "no." Of course I can live without cream for my coffee. Do I want to?
Well, that's another story.
This is not rocket science but it is the real challenge of eating in a time and place in which factory-made junk, full of its made-to-be-delicious preservatives, salt, sugar, and other agents of cellular destruction, literally owns the grocery store. For the next 30 days, I'm going to have to relocate my comfort, hopefully to its rightful home.
That didn't stop me from ordering nutpods from Thrive Market in a state of coffee panic. One step at a time, my girl. One step at a time.
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