On day 14 of the Whole 30, I woke up at 8am. All on my own. This is kind of a big deal because normally my husband has to drag my cranky ass out of bed around 9 (okay, sometimes 9:30) so he can get to work at a decent hour. I suck at mornings. I won’t lie to you and say I woke up singing with the bluebirds and dancing around the kitchen. I still gave everyone the side-eye and ignored all whining until after I got coffee. But it was a full hour earlier than usual. And I didn’t feel the need to crawl back in bed.
Banana and black coffee.
At Tijuana Flats in Winter Springs – Salad with pork, salsa, and a large side of guacamole.
Broiled steak, roasted cauliflower, and cherries.