And no, I didn't sneak a forbidden almond-flour muffin or skip my walk.
|Yes, indeedy, there is such a thing as|
a paleo lemon bar.
So I weighed myself. Which you're only supposed to do twice during a Whole 30 – once at the start and once at the finish.
And while doing a Whole 30 is much more than weight loss, it is most definitely part of it for me. The only way I've been able to drop any pounds since I hit my 60s is by eschewing grains, legumes, dairy and sugar. Probably since I hit my mid-50s.
The feeling good part has been, for the most part, exactly what I expected. My right hip hurts much, much less while I'm walking, and I rarely have any pain at all otherwise. (I did have one of those intense muscle cramps yesterday while I was on the riding lawnmower. WOW do those hurt.)
But in order to continue the boring food part, I needed MORE. (More has always been my drug of choice.)
I've lost – are you ready? – seven pounds in 12 days.
Pass the bacon.
Day 12, DONE.