Baja, one of my favorite places, Rich and I ran down for a few days. The trip didn’t go as planned, but that’s ok, as long as we are together it is an adventure and that is good enough for me. I find my favorite place to be is where he is.
On the way down, we read a book together, or rather, I read it, he listened. Most places I paraphrased. It Starts With Food is the book we shared, it is all about eating real.good.food. If you know us, you know we love good food. Rich has done a great job of choosing good food, me, not so much. I don’t hesitate when someone offers me a cookie, or two.
So as we travelled, we made lists of what we could and couldn’t eat if we were following the Whole30 program. Baja is a challenge, everything has queso, or tortillas, or both. We love eating in Baja. We stop at Adriana’s for shrimp tacos and shrimp quesadillas. We go to George’s for chiliquilles, we find our favorite sandwich shop on the back streets of Ensenada for a Para Mi torta. Don’t even get me started on the bakery just down from the Santa Isabel hotel, I can fill whole bags with treat after carb-loaded treat.
Toward the end of our trip, we decided it was time to start. It was a Wednesday, the 19th. As good a day as any to begin our Whole30 program. We are doing this together, so it should be easier to stay on track.
First meal was breakfast, we dropped over to an upscale restaurant we have eaten at before. They delivered cookies the minute we sat down. We stared at them, but never touched. Next option was a pork rind soup or cheese quesadilla. We opted for the soup, it was filled with vegetables and protein, ok, maybe fat, but…most importantly, not dairy, not carbs. We added an omelette and ignored the tortillas on the table, no hashbrowns, no beans. We did good.
By the time we rolled around to lunch, we were back in the states. We stopped at Chipotle and got salads, mine with chicken, his with steak. Not very satisfying, but we were still on plan. Then came dinner. I knew exactly where I wanted to go. Fish 101 in Encinitas. We have always had good, fresh food there. I had Opa, he had Yellow-tail, we both added a salad and the fried Brussel sprouts. Oh my gosh, so good. High five for us, we made it through Day One!
Day Two arrived and we found a local place and had another omelette, a fruit plate we shared, some sliced tomatoes. By the time we got on the road, my head hurt. This was the hangover they talk about. I made him stop at Inn-n-Out for an ice tea, I figured all those years of Diet Coke were catching up to me, I had caffeine withdrawals.
We hit another local restaurant for lunch, I had a massive plate of roast beef and a salad. My head still hurt, but the food was plentiful and tasty, so that was a plus. We had plenty of roast beef for dinner too, I just needed to figure out how to fix it. I took a nap when we got back and woke feeling better. No more headache at least. Rich had gone to the grocery store, so I could fix dinner.
That’s when I lost it. They give you a Timeline on the Whole30 program that says about when you will want to kill your mate. I got there early. At the grocery store, he had not only gotten veggies for dinner, onions and mushrooms and the like. He had gotten celery and carrots. I was pissed. Celery and Carrots are diet food. We are NOT on a frickin’ diet! I hadn’t realized that I had such a hangup about celery and carrots, this would be one of those emotional relationships we have with food that needs to be broken. I stomped around the house, ignored him and just generally stayed PO’d until I had eaten, then I told him what he did wrong. Maybe I even worded it rather strongly, because he totally got the picture.
Tomorrow is Day 3, it will be fine, we are travelling all day again, but at least I have the prospect of being able to go shop and fix something that we can both enjoy. I am excited about the change in what we are eating. I think it will be good for us, with how my body and mind are reacting already, it is obvious I needed a change. Why not join us for the Whole30?
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