I'm still battling a bit with digestive issues, though they are not as intense today, at least not so far. I'll keep my fingers crossed, toes, too, I think. I'm holding onto the explanation that this is part of the reset process. I'm told the gut needs to heal and recover from the torment of not-so-healthy eating habits. Sadly, as is the case for many of us, some of that distress has come from foods that were deemed healthy and desirable by both mainstream nutritionists and well-meaning advisers. If I never hear the term "healthy whole grains" again, I'll be one happy girl, though I know better than to expect that.
Overall, things are much better for me on Day 12. I still can't step on the scale or measure, of course, but I also can't help but notice that my clothes are fitting differently. Yay! I'm starting to notice bones where I forgot they existed. My energy levels are also better, though not where I hope they'll be in another week or two. It feels almost intoxicating. Other than the whole bathroom scale issue, I feel no limitations whatsoever with the rules of Whole30. This in itself is surprising since I have been accustomed for some time to wine in the evening. It's an odd situation for me in many ways. I really do enjoy wine very much, but today as I sit here, I cannot imagine returning to a regular wine ritual. That is not to say that I never plan to have another glass of wine. I have some very nice ones picked out for our family Thanksgiving dinner. I simply don't see it becoming a routine. Now that I think of it, this alone should save us tons of money---another positive outcome of the Whole30.