Return to Whole 30, Day 26: Over the Plate

I’m running on fumes. I have four days left, and I just want this shit over.

This is the exact opposite of the last time I tried this. I felt buoyed by the experience. I was ready to keep going, plow on right through February and March and April, consuming protein after protein and vegetable after vegetable. Ready to run through a brick wall, eat thunder, and crap lighting. The end of that month was a disappointment. I wanted to keep up with the Whole 30, make it … like, Whole 45, maybe even Whole 60.

Yeah. Not so much now. I’m done with this. It’s boring. I’m over it. I want some freedom when it comes to my food and drink. Right now, it feels like I’m just locked in a box for four more days.

I’m only mildly surprised at this. There’s not much left to discover with the diet, frankly. I know all the milestones. I know my psychology now. I know the tips and tricks it takes to get through it. I know what to do and what not to do. There’s not much left to write about, which is why I keep having to write pieces on how there’s nothing much to write about.

So I’m just playing out the string, even though I’ve accomplished all my goals with this diet. I’ve dropped a good chunk of weight, reset all my baselines, successfully repeated the accomplishment of January. Time to pat myself on the back with one hand and open a beer with the other.

Four more days and I’m home. Like Billy Chappel in For Love of the Game finishing off his perfect game, I just have to get it over the plate now, and them I’m done.

Until the next time I do this.

Okay, well, 26 days down, four to go. I’ve got it.