The beans! Yes the beans. They call to me too, in their tiny little legume whispers. For me it is beans and dairy. I miss yogurt and I miss bean soup. The rest hasn't been much of a loss, much less than I anticipated. But yes, whole-heartedly agree. We can take our time and figure out what we want to take away from this Whole30 thingy. As we've discussed, it is a little too regimented for us. The on-going version needs to be a little kinder a little gentler, a little less regimented. Whenever I think of someone doing this diet 100% on-track, I must admit my personal prejudices conjure up an image of an Amazonian warrior-ess, armor clad and battle ready. That ain't me. On the other hand, as much as I don't want to be her, and as much as I acknowledge my slips, errors, full on failures and overall humanity in this endeavor, I also value the lesson that I can do this. I hate to use such an numbingly overused word, but I really have been empowered by this month of restriction. The choices are mine, really, really mine. Such a gift to feel that way down deep in my soul. My choices are mine alone.