It’s funny. All you have to do is tell me I shouldn’t have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as part of my attempt at the Wahls Protocol – and suddenly that’s all I seem to want to eat. I’ve had two today. Not a smoothie in sight. No grass fed beef or wild caught salmon. I went on a PB&J bender. It started this weekend. And it ends today.
Tomorrow it’s back to the WP.
And back to work. And back to something that resembles normal. I can’t keep dropping out like this. It makes it harder to drop back in each time. I slept horribly last night and it ruined my whole day. So now I lay me down to sleep at a decent hour. I’m not going to try and read “just one chapter.” I’m not going down a Facebook rabbit hole. I’m not succumbing to the siren song of random shit on Instagram. I’m writing in my journal. And I’m going to sleep.
Tomorrow I shall wake up. Enjoy a delicious frosty, healthy smoothie for breakfast. And get back on the right track. Why is it so easy for me to slide backward? I have all of the pieces in place. It’s incredibly frustrating. And terribly typical.
And it’s over. The. End.