Reflections on a second week without processed food, booze, dairy or sugar:
- 30 days is a hell of a long time. Stupidly long really.
- Pork rinds (unflavoured, lightly salted, I admit that we're stretching the definition of "unprocessed" a tad here) are either the best or the worst snack food on the planet. I'm pretty sure it's completely impossible to eat more than 5 in a single sitting. I'm thinking that marketing them as "the anti-Lays" could be a genius maneuver. Or perhaps I shouldn't quit my day job to pursue a career as an ad exec quite yet.
- Standing in the middle of a gas station snack bar and realizing that there isn't a single thing they sell that you can eat is a far more disturbing/depressing experience than you might think it would be. They didn't have any pork rinds.
- I'm a little bummed-out that my sugar withdrawal wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. I'm also not missing booze as much as I thought I would. I miss cheese/cream/butter/yogurt more than I would have guessed since I really don't eat that much. I think I miss processed meat like salami and pepperoni more than anything. Which is just creepy really.