I’ve eaten too many donuts in last couple months.  There, I said it.  You’ve all seen the pictures on Facebook and Instagram. It’s out there in the open.  I don’t say this out of regret, though.  I couldn’t.  I made a promise to myself a long time ago never to regret a donut.  Ever.  They’re like tiny life preservers in a sea of stress.  But, like the old mantra goes, “you are what you eat”.  And right now, I’m a mass of fried sugary dough, glazed and sprinkled.  It’s time for a change.  A revitalization if you will.  I keep hearing friends talk about clean eating.  It sounds gross, but the benefits sound tempting.  Weight loss, increased energy, longer life, that ability to look in a mirror without crippling body-image shame, superhuman strength.   All those things.  Starting July 24th, I will be embarking on the latest diet craze, The Whole30, a diet which, from my understanding, allows you to only eat twigs and grass clippings.  I know this seems like an extreme jump, but like the Navy SEALs say, “anything worth doing is worth overdoing.  Moderation is for cowards.” I invite you to follow me on this journey through the innermost circles of gastronomical hell, to what I hope is a positive, less fat, high energy outcome.  I will be posting daily commentary throughout the 30 days for anyone interested in this diet or anyone who takes pleasure in watching me suffer.   See you Monday.