While we were in North Carolina in September, I decided to do a Whole30. I was frustrated by my weight loss progress and felt like I needed to set some (temporary) strict food boundaries because I kept moving the goal post. I’d start my week with the best of intentions, but by 4pm on Monday I’d set about that mental dance wherein I convinced myself I deserved that glass of wine because BOY was Kate a handful today. Can anyone relate?! 🙋🏻
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