I Caved (and Not Like A Cavewoman)

Guilty. I admit it. I busted my 30 Day Paleo Challenge on only Day 5.

You would think that Day 1 would be the hardest, giving up on the chocolate and all that.

Nope.

You would think that Day 3 might present problems, being taken out to a nice restaurant for a business dinner. They ordered a big basket of bread with roasted garlic and butter and put it right down in front of me. They practically ran the dessert cart over my toes. Did I cave then?

Nope.

It was the stomach virus that did me in. I've been a little queasy for a couple of days. At first I wrote it off to maybe changing up what I was eating, but that wasn't it. I'll spare you the gory details, but at a certain point you simply know it's not caused by your menu. So what do you do when you have endless intestinal troubles? The BRAT diet of course. Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, Toast. The rice and toast are out in Paleoville, so I tried the applesauce (homemade, no sugar) and a banana. No dice. I tried some pickled ginger. No dice. By 7:30 yesterday evening when hubby was on his way home and called to see if I wanted him to pick up anything at the store, the only thing my body wanted was a few Saltines and an Ultra Strength Gin Gin or two.

So that's what I had. And I felt a whole lot better.

I guess that means I have to reboot the 30 days for busting the challenge, but it was worth it. I could actually sleep without a visit from my friend Ralph, and all was well in the world.