The painful truth is that I have been eating a lot of bad stuff and lying a lot about these eating transgressions (to my poor devoted and faithful husband who has been fastidiously whole 30ing it for the last 21 days).
When we were engaged, I told him straight up that I would not marry someone like me. He should have listened.
I do feel sorry for him though.
(Hope this does not sound too flippant….this post is part confession, part laughing on the outside, crying on the inside)