Welcome to the Month of Me, where every day in January we’ll be publishing a new fashion, beauty, or wellness article featuring a first-person account of shaking up an old habit, pushing beyond a comfort zone, or simply trying something new. Follow along for 31 days of storytelling, including what it’s like to quit alcohol for 80 days, try Beyoncé’s very strict diet, or completely overhaul your closet.
Once upon a time, I decided to do something a little bit crazy and commit to the Whole30 diet. To the average person, this probably doesn't sound too wild—Whole30 has been around for a decade now, and often makes an appearance among offices and friend groups each time a new year starts. But for me, committing to one of the most restrictive eating plans out there for 30 whole days was, certainly, crazy. First of all, I don't believe in diets. I don't even know how much I weigh. I eat pretty intuitively (I'm 75% leafy green salads, 25% fries), and I'm aware of the fact that yo-yo dieting can be pretty detrimental to your health.