I’m currently sipping on some Chameleon Cold brew and bopping my head to Porches while typing this up in my jammies. Chamelon Cold brew and Porches basically sum up my latest obsessions. I’ve been drinking CC probably for the last two years and I try so hard not to buy cases upon cases of it from Amazon. Mostly because I would become the most over-caffeinated finance partner at work (jk too late that’s already me). But like omg this stuff increases my productivity levels times 10000000% and tastes sososososo good.
I think I first heard the band Porches on my Discover Weekly on Spotify. It wasn’t until we saw them live that I became obsessed with their album Pool. Seriously if you like mellow electro indie on an overcast day, you need to check these dudez out.
The weather this week has been THE BEST. Sure it rained all day on Saturday and it was a little chilly, but it makes me so happy that it’s becoming more and more like fall. I’m just itching to break out my stockings to wear with my skirts and dresses. I made a pact with myself back in college that I couldn’t wear tights or stockings until after September 21st, but let’s be honest, we do dumb things when we are in college because fall fashion is life. Fall is life. I know it’s more traditional to celebrate Labor Day as the last official weekend of Summer, but I celebrate it as the first official day of pumpkin spice season. I’ll admit this is basic, but I would like to think this is the most basic I get. When fall happens, that’s essentially when I wake up from the dead.
I know a lot of people are starting a round of Whole30 this weekend, which is super exciting for those of you who are doing it for the first time! I’ve done 3 rounds of Whole30, which is pretty much why I decided I’m not going to opt in to doing another round with the rest of the world this September.
I love the Whole30 program and what it has done for me in figuring out how to create an eating template that works for my way of life. It helped me discover what foods make me feel like I have tiger blood flowing through my veins and what makes me feel like a big ol pile of bile.
In the past year, I’ve experimented a lot. I tried bringing back a little dairy, a bit more dairy and a lot of dairy to find what threshold makes my skin turn into a pizza and almost poop my pants during a workout. I mean, everyone has a line, right? I found that I do alright with a bit of butter or yogurt here and there, but I’m not about to incorporate whey shakes and ice cream each night.
I’ve also looked at how grains impact my well-being. When I was little, I used to tell people my favorite food was corn – really any type of corn. Corn on the cob, from a can, frozen kernels, popcorn, corn tortilla chips; corn was my ride or die food. I can hear my mom in my head right now calling me the carb queen. I just really liked my corn. Ironically I probably drank a lot of corn with high fructose syrup coursing through my veins from chugging Capri Suns and Sprite after sprinting on my Huffy Bicycle through my neighborhood. Ugh I miss bike riding sososooso muchhhh.
Despite all of the corn I was pounding as a child, I don’t remember ever having any tummy trouble. During my recent experimenting, I felt like that was a good lead to try and incorporate corn back into my diet. The first day or so my stomach was like WTF is this UFO with the noises echoing through the hallways of my workplace – it wasn’t uncomfortable or resulted in zits or trips to the bathroom. Just another notch on belt of my lowering professional standards.
So basically now I eat corn. And some rice. But I try and avoid wheat except for the occasional treat or beer. Because if I down some bread and chug like 3 liters of beer (WATCH ME) my heart is going to race and my face is going to get a little itchy. I’m fun, right?
All in all, that’s why I’m not doing a Whole30 this September – I feel like I learned what foods bother me and I’m pretty good at staying within those limits. My sugar dragon is basically non-existent as long as I don’t awake it with a Starbucks lemon loaf. Those things are so good but soooo evil.