God help me, I’m going gluten-free camping this weekend. Or rather, for one night this weekend because I did NOT sign on for more than that. Sure it’s going to be awesome to be all up in nature, and to see the kids outside of their urban environment running like wild and getting dirty. And I’ll be sitting in the corner with wipes just waiting to catch them and disinfect them, praying there are no snakes within a 50-mile radius. Wow, good times.
Also, camping during a Whole 30 challenge is going to be interesting. Which is why I loaded up on almond butter, gluten-free chicken sausages, lox, whole food beef sticks, seltzer, and more nuts. Breakfast should be interesting. I do have two Lara Bars for emergencies. Apparently they’re allowed on the Whole 30, but I’ve never had them before. So I’m guessing they’re, ummmm, plain?
If only I could use some maple syrup or what not, I could do some almond bars with almond butter and what not. Oh, great. Now I’m craving healthy bars on this diet. What’s wrong with me??? I’m camping, I want bars instead of brownies, and I’m thinking about picking up some more fruit for the weekend. What. The. Hell.
Someone save me.