Cookies for Breakfast
An ode to small indulgences
I hate January. Every year, it seems impossible that the first month of the year contains the same number of days as six other months of the year, including the one directly preceding it. January is interminable by comparison.
I know many people who opt for deprivation during January, challenging themselves to a month without sugar or alcohol. New year, new you, or something like that.
I tried this once when my boss inspired me to get on the Whole30 bandwagon back in January 2017. “Inspired’ is, perhaps, a misleading word. I knew I was going to be hearing about the Whole30 diet multiple times a day for the next 30 days, so I thought I might as well take it one step further and join in the utter lack of fun.
Whole30 was the first and last diet I ever attempted. Maybe I felt marginally better, but it was hard to tell because I mostly felt hungry. Apparently, I need carbs to properly fill me up. I was also consistently stressed out about all the time I needed, but didn’t have, to devote to food prep and eating.
Throughout endless weeks of pointless deprivation, I learned that I have no sensitivities to any foods whatsoever and that I really, really like gluten.
