Hello again. So it has obviously been quite silent on this blog until my post last week about my fur baby, Marble. I’ve been so busy and time has just totally gotten away from me. I have a new, fabulous job as Director of Operations at Flea Style. It’s an indoor, curated marketplace that offers handmade, vintage and one-of-a-kind goods from local makers. So, basically, it’s awesome. I worked as a temp intern from August 2015-October 2015 until I was hired on full-time. I’ve officially worked two shows and they could not have been more different! (13,000 peeps at the March 12th show!) I’m so obsessed with my job and the girls I work for/with. We are exploding this biz and it’s such an honor to be along for the ride (#fleastyleforever, haha).
I’ve recently joined a Whole30 group led by my bestie, Shelby. We are connecting through a closed Facebook group. I’m on day 8 (holy crap how did I make it this long without wine) and I feel pretty great. It comes and goes, for sure, and most of the time I am irritable and moody because I can’t have the things I “want”. However, last week searching for a freaking answer to this whole30 nightmare, I delved a little deeper into the plan on their website. I realized this wasn’t some “crash diet” or for a better description: “30 day fix”. Their reasoning and sounding behind this program is making you face your food issues. For me, I am an emotional eater. Not the “I’m depressed or anxious and eat everything in sight”…but more like I have this connection with food and what I expect it to give me in happiness. And so far, even though this is only day 8 and I will probably be super pissed later today or tomorrow, I’ve really had to think about why I want that glass of wine or why I want that french fry. Why do I think I will feel better if only I could eat that dessert and drink that beer? Why am I so pissed when my husband gets to eat the bread or a burrito and I am sitting across from him enjoying a salad?
The root of the issue is deeper than a bad diet. I’m excited that this challenge is raising very thought provoking questions throughout the day. Sure, I still get angry when I feel fatter than when I began and think about all the coming up in which I will have to pass on all the “fun things”. But so far, I am mostly proud of myself. My husband may want to kill me (sorry, love you honey!) and I have definitely complained more than I have smiled. We’ll see how long that lasts. I’m sure it will last all the way up to the last minute of the whole30.
I'm Alyssa, thanks for stopping by! A few things: I enjoy laughing, making youtube videos and thrift shopping. Currently listening to "Last Night" by The Strokes. I like my coffee black and my preferred method of maxin' & relaxin' is with my husband and pup.