*I want to start off this post by saying this is my own personal journey. I’m not completely Anti-Whole 30 necessarily. I DO think that everyone should experience doing their own Whole 30 at least ONE TIME in their lives.*
If you know me or have been following me on social media or my blog, then you’ll know that I loved doing the Whole 30. It was a great experience my first time and a learning experience my second time. I recently tried to do a 3rd Whole 30 with one of my best friends and completely failed. This post is going to tell you why I failed and why I’ll never even attempt another 30 days.
Y’all, I turned 27 last week and I’m so thankful for my age! In today’s post, I’m sharing some lesser known facts about me!
Most of you all know that we were one of the several families impacted by Hurricane Harvey 2 weeks ago. I haven’t talked about it much anymore but I think it’s time to update everyone on where we are (literally) and how we’re doing.
It’s been one week since the 2016 Presidential Election and it has literally taken me this entire week to process it all. After the first 2 days of attempting to act like it didn’t happen, I was finally able to go through the proper stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. One of the most incredible things (for me) about going through this process is finally getting to the stage of acceptance!
Now that I’ve accepted the outcome, I’ve realized that there are a few things that we can do as a nation to truly keep this country great (no matter who the President may be).
This is taking pictures with a toddler!
Some days are good.
Some days are downright awful.
That’s just life but we all learn to roll with the punches.
From sun up to sun down, I’ve noticed that I don’t control a damn thing in my household. I’d like to think that I’m the boss of my family but most moms know that that really isn’t the case. I overly plan most of my day which drastically increases my expectations. Then, boom, my toddler blows through my plans like a little tornado and those expectations are instantly diminished into the reality that is “mom life”.
Here’s a little taste of my day with my expectations versus the reality!