I began my current sobriety journey in September, the same month I had Covid, and I was essentially confined to bed and couch. These two events coinciding means that I gained weight. A bit of weight. Quite a bit, if you must know.

So, against my (not so much) better judgment, I began whole30 two days ago. Because y’all, I fit into a size L hoodie, and those have always been my comfy frumpy hideout hoodies. I mean nothing against those who wear size L, especially considering y’all my people now, but my 5’1.5 (the half inch is important!!!) frame can’t handle the extra weight I’m carrying around post-Covid. I have a plethora of health issues.

So ya. If you ain’t up to date on the healthy eating scene or whatever, lemme fill you in. Whole30 was sent up to earth from hell because Satan thought we weren’t doing a good enough job of being miserable on our own. Or something.

FOR 30 WHOLE DAYS I CAN’T HAVE ANY ALCOHOL (lol joke’s on whoever created this nightmare no drinky drink for me anyway), DAIRY, GRAINS, SUGAR, PROCESSED FOODS, SOME OTHER STUFF I’M FORGETTING BC MY BRAIN ISN’T GETTING THE SHEER AMOUNT OF CALORIES IT’S USED TO IN ORDER TO FUNCTION.

Pray for me, y’all. Or send whatever good vibes ya got my way, maybe just include my wish to be a skinny ass healthy lil vixen again in your daily affirmations, or whatever you’re into. I surely do appreciate it.

28 days to go.