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.
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I’ve eaten zero donuts in last couple months. Because donuts make you fat, and being fat is gross. There, I said it.
In all seriousness, I’ve gained 9 pounds by becoming part of my couch since my shoulder surgery a couple months ago. I may try this myself. Good luck brother.