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Tag: Tiger Blood

According to the Whole30 timeline, from days 16-27, many people sticking to the plan begin to experience something they call “Tiger Blood.” 

TIGER’S BLOOD!  It sounds like something a colonel with a handlebar moustache would yell in a Rudyard Kipling novel when he sees something astonishing. 

It’s actually a state of being in which Whole30-ians experience boundless power, deeper sleep, and a general natural high.  Whether this is because you HAVE the blood of the tiger in your veins, or you DRANK said blood (is that technically Whole30 compliant?),  you should be a wellspring of vigour. 

…So it figures day 16 has felt like the hardest yet. 

At the grocery store there was sugar or soy or dairy in E V E R Y T H IN G. I tried to make Paleo Mayo (palayo!)  and it backfired and refused to emulsify.  I melted a piece of tupperware by accident by leaving it on the stove.  Ruh roh. 

Despite all of this, I now am over the half way point, with only two weeks left.  The hardest part of the program is NOT the restrictions to what you can eat—it’s the restrictions that THOSE restrictions can put on your life. 

Last weekend, my friends and I went to the flea market.  One of them proposed grabbing a bite after, and then the issue was raised that I’m still on the plan.  I insisted that I could have a coffee or find something to feed myself, but we skipped going out for food.  I appreciated them not eating something in front of me (likely at the risk of me asking if I can smell it), I also felt pretty self conscious about the fuss, especially when talk of their hunger started.  Everyone in the situation chose for themselves, but still, being the instigator created friction with my anxious desire to be selectively invisible. 

Another example?  I’m going away for a weekend to visit friends out of town.  Immediately after making the plans, I began to stew over what I was going to eat, or even how to bring up the subject with my hosts.  I didn’t want to offend by bringing my own stuff… But I also did not want anyone to go out of their way just for me.  This is the sort of lifestyle change that is big enough that it draws attention to itself.  I’m hating that aspect. 

I am, however, lucky to have friends who support me.  Both of the above stories above have resulted in preparations of special menus, shared Whole30 friendly dinners, and open dialogue about what I’m doing, and why. 

That feels pretty big and important and awesome to know you can count on your people, even while you’re counting down the days.