Day 30: The End!

Saturday was the last day of the Whole 30, my husband’s birthday, and moving day – so it was not an easy one. We got off on the right foot with eggs for breakfast, but the day quickly got away from us. I munched on apples, bananas, and almonds throughout the day while everyone else ate the leftover pizza I’d brought home from work. By the time we arrived at our new home two hours south, I was absolutely starving. Fortunately there was food in the fridge from the nights my husband had been spending there, so I enjoyed some delicious cold Whole 30 meatloaf.


Grateful to my sibs for all their help packing!

Packing the moving truck, cleaning the rental, driving south with the baby, the dogs, and the snake, then unpacking the moving truck and returning it, was absolutely exhausting. And there was still my husband’s birthday to celebrate. It would have been easy to give up and have cake and pizza. It was day 30 after all. But I’ve been wanting to do this thing right – reintroducing things one at a time. And it was surprisingly straightforward to stick to the plan even while my husband enjoyed some birthday treats.

I made a compromise. Day 31 was supposed to be introducing legumes, so I introduced them a bit early, the evening of day 30. I enjoyed hummus with some veggies with dinner, and snacked on popcorn while we watched a movie in our new house. My goal is to stay tuned into my body and my baby’s behavior as we reintroduce things one at a time.

Regardless of what happens through this process. I’m proud to say that I’ve completed my 4th Whole 30. While I thought there was no way I could do it with baby in tow, it was actually easier than the first three. With so much going on in our lives, it felt empowering and comforting to have this one very complicated part of my life under control.

Day 29: pizza party

Friday was my last day as a standard 40 hour per week worker in my office. Monday I’ll begin working remotely from my new home. My coworkers threw me a pizza party in my honor, which was very nice! I picked the baby up from daycare so she could be the guest of honor. And everyone had a good time passing her around.


my daughter sleeping in the arms of one of my favorite coworkers

Resisting the pizzas and cookies was tremendously hard but I survived! I special ordered a salad that didn’t fill me up and I was hungry again by 2:00. But there was left over side salad which I devoured after picking out the onions and croutons. I even brought two pies home for others on the big moving day, and managed not to eat any of that either. I’m feeling pretty proud of myself.


Lettuce and carrots - you can hardly call that a salad but it did the trick.

Day 28: Cycle class!

So as you know from my last post, I haven’t been exercising regularly during this Whole 30. I have been doing light cardio and basic lifts just to keep the blood flowing. But as you may also know, I am a huge fan of my YMCA and an even huger fan of my sister’s enthusiastic group exercise instruction. With our move a ways south of town, I needed to attend her spin cycle class one more time before cancelling my Y membership. She even took a couple special request songs for me. (BonJovi anyone?)

I had done a couple cardio workouts earlier in the week to warm up. I hadn’t attended one of her classes, or done anything so grueling, since the middle of my third trimester, so I knew it would be something of a challenge. But it was a fun one! It sometimes feels very refreshing to push your body a bit, and it’s even more refreshing to do it to great music. I had a great time but also a real one. My max heart rate got up to 185 and the average was 165 over the 45 minute session. I burned 400 calories. It was probably a little intense for my current fitness level and afterwards I needed to take a rest before driving home. I felt a little nauseous and light headed. Once home I ate a delicious crockpot dinner of potatoes and beef roast, which was just the carb and fat load I needed to recover. Then I looked forward to the weekend of packing and moving! But first, my last regular day at the office…


My sister and I after her cycle class when I was 8 months pregnant.

Day 25: The Pretender(s)

True to form, this past weekend of Whole 30 was a rollercoaster ride. Unless you live under a rock, you know the east coast got slammed by winter storm Jonas. The weather resulted in the cancellation of an all-expenses-paid trip to my beloved alma mater, which I had been preparing for and excited about for many months. I was even working on a draft of my “Traveling on the Whole 30” blog post which would have featured all your favorite themes especially my favorite, “pumping next to strangers at the airport.” When my 9am flight was cancelled a day in advance, I got booked on a 5pm flight and held my breath. By the next morning, the 5pm flight had been cancelled as well. I spent the entire day reeling from the loss and wishing I had a bottle of wine and a carton of ice cream to drown my sorrows. Fortunately for my Whole 30, the weather prevented me from acquiring either of those things and we had nothing of the like in the house. Unfortunately for my Whole 30, we had very little food in the house at all, because I hadn’t planned on being there. But I limped through the weekend on Bilinski’s sausage and canned veggies and I emerged victorious on Monday, Whole 30 in tact. I also ended up having a fabulous snowed-in weekend with my loves. My little girl is such an absolute blast to hang out with right now – happy and playing throughout all of her awake time, and quick to fall asleep when she’s tired. So I should be careful not to complain too much. Ann Arbor will be there when I am ready for the trip. (This summer, maybe?)

In honor of my missed trip and Devin Funchess, I dressed my lovebug in this outfit for the NFC Championship game. She didn't make it to the second half.

In honor of my missed trip and Devin Funchess, I dressed my lovebug in this outfit for the NFC Championship game. She didn’t make it to the second half.


Icy roads kept my office closed until the afternoon, leaving me with a few extra minutes to myself in the morning on Monday, Day 25. I used the time to workout at one of my favorite places, my local YMCA. It had been a little over a week since I’d hit the gym and I’m reserving my energy stores for baby care and packing; so I took it easy doing a few of my favorite lifts, some planks, and a very light jog on the treadmill. It was very quiet during this time of day and I enjoyed not having to share the fitness floor. One other gentleman was working out during the same time and he approached me and made note of how nice it was to have the space to ourselves. I agreed. Then he made a comment that I had little response for – something about not having to deal/share with all “the pretenders.” I responded the only way one can to an overly presumptuous, self-righteous comment like that. “Yea,” I said, and re-inserted my headphones’ earbud and went back to my workout.


At first it felt good to be included among the ‘non-pretenders’ by this individual who apparently has the time to workout at 9am on a weekday. Then I thought, I can count on one hand all the times I have been to the gym in 2016. I am only here right now because I don’t have to be at work yet due to the weather and I was able to drop my child off at daycare. I am only doing this 10 minute treadmill workout to try to get my lungs ready for a spin cycle class on Thursday night that I haven’t done since I was in my third trimester. I have spent 82% of my workout trying not to look in the mirror at the part of my body where my daughter used to live, which seems not to have been impacted at all by the previous 24 days of clean eating. I have spent the remaining 18% of my workout reminding myself that I would not trade anything, including a taut tummy, for that baby girl. I would also never judge any mother for their body after giving birth. I also do my very best not to judge any woman at all for their body, though I struggle to apply the same empathy to myself. Not to mention that my squat has gone from bar +150 to bar + barely 50 and my legs are on fire from a measly 24 lunges on each leg.


So am I a pretender? What does that even mean? I am here, using my free time to work toward optimal health, carrying along on my back all the baggage associated with ideals of women’s postpartum bodies. And I feel pretty darn good about that. And I think anyone should feel pretty darn good about whatever efforts they’re taking to work toward their own optimal health. I’m not sorry that we can’t all get to the gym every single day and that it’s not straightforward for all of us to have chicken and broccoli with dinner. Because that means we are also living rich and meaningful lives full of babies and friends and parties and careers and art and fun and food and life! And I feel bad for you if you measure a person’s commitment to health and happiness based on the number of hours they spend at the gym.


So here’s to the pretenders! The New Year’s Resolution gym-goers, the elderly woman lifting 5 pound dumbbells with her 20-something personal trainer, the high school athlete in the off-season, the new moms just figuring it all out, and every other person who is here when they could be (and might rather be) somewhere else – as long as you’re doing the best you can, you’re doing all anyone could ever ask of you, and all you should ask of yourself. Cheers!


Fitspiration or "fitspo" - corrected

Fitspiration or “fitspo” – corrected

20 days in 20 pictures

An ode to being close to the finish!

that time I killed the eggplant.

back when I made a classy breakfast












whatever it takes, girl

these have been my saving grace











“Melissa’s Sweet Potato Hash,” not my favorite

all my loves sleeping in our new home











healthy, happy girls!

I actually harvested the zest of one lemon.





and used it for these delicious salmon cakes!

my Whole 30 fridge!










new adventures

my "life is crazy and lunch is small" snack

my “life is crazy and lunch is small” snack











sausage and collards served over potatoes, my new fave!

daycare wipes her out! and mama’s not complaining.

this is what happens when you forget to bring an extra breastmilk bottle to work.











I cooked apples with the pork. It was not awful.

my dogs are somewhere in the background. they have been going stir crazy in the house!

this pile keeps getting bigger but the rental doesn’t feel any emptier…












getting lazy with my meals. #justgivemeallthemeat!



and one more for good luck…

the absolute cutest

the absolute cutest