Adventure: 30 days?
I recently embarked on a 30 day challenge of no sugar, no gluten, no dairy. Wait, what? You mean no red wine? No cheese? Whoa, hold the phone - no dark chocolate? Yes, you are correct and we are totally on the same page if those three food items literally just danced in your head.
Day 1 was okay. Day 2 was very odd and hungry. We won't even talk about day 3. Day 4, 5 and 6 were actually working out okay minus a minor visual that sparked in my head of a date night with my man and a tub of movie popcorn. Too tempting. We didn't go to the movie.
Just to share though, I have been pondering this challenge now that I am closing in on the finish line of day 7. Here are my thoughts below:
How crazy is it that I miss dark chocolate like an old friend you don't talk to anymore because of irreconcilable differences? The mixture of a dark chocolate with almonds? Or those little dark chocolate nuggets at the Whole Foods counter, the proceeds go to save the Dolphins, people!
Or, how about the cork pop of a bottle of wine? A sound I miss and an action I thoroughly enjoyed (past tense), as I sit here googling wine clubs to join. There was a lady in front of me at the grocery today - she had 12 bottles of red wine as her entire purchase. I told the Universe, "good one".
Oh, and the beauty of a cutting board and a sharp knife cutting through a huge hunk of manchego cheese or large wedge of truffle cheese from Whole Foods. On a gluten free cracker, perhaps as a soup garnish?
And, the self-serve popcorn butter drizzle station at AMC. It's almost as if I can smell it.
I will say on the flip side, as I am sure you were waiting from some inspiring notion about all this or asking, then Why? Why? Why do this? I'll tell you why - I chose three words for my 2012 year and one of them was 'commitment'. Of course, I chose that one for this year - or course! So, I am committed to this challenge and I am committed to commitment.
And, I feel proud of myself. It is an achievement each day. Yes, my chocolate mountain to climb might be your molehill over there - but to each their own.
And, I keep trekkin...