After years of doing CrossFit, I finally decided it was time to shift my focus. Not because I don’t love lifting heavy things and feeling like a superhero — I do — but because women in our 50s need something a little more intentional. Muscle isn’t just about looking strong. It’s hormones. It’s longevity. It’s being able to pick up grandbabies without throwing your back out. It’s reaching the coffee cup on the top shelf without calling for help. (Which I proudly did this morning, thank you very much.) But all that can’t be done unless we properly nourish the very muscle that carries us through our beautiful lives.

So, in true “full send” fashion, I decided to add another layer to my midlife fitness reboot: Whole30.

And because I’m married, I also decided my husband would be doing it with me.
If I’m going to be miserable, he’s coming along for the ride.
Misery loves company — and maybe, just maybe, we’ll end up really healthy together instead or at least with a better idea of what works and what doesn’t as we age.

We started on Monday, January 5th.
No added sugar.
No sweeteners.
No “just one bite.”
Just 100% Whole30.

This is a big deal for me because I am, without exaggeration, a sugar junkie. I have a candy drawer. I have a jellybean stash. I eat them like vitamins. My husband also keeps a secret stash for me because he knows how much I love them. So, But here’s the thing: I wanted a reset.
A real one.
Not a “I’ll start Monday” reset.
Not a “I’ll just cut back a little” reset.
A reset that forces me to look at my habits, my cravings, my hormones, and the way I treat my body.

And dragging my husband into it?
That was strategic.
Accountability, teamwork, shared suffering — call it what you want.
But if we’re going to change our health, we’re doing it together.

This is the beginning of our Whole30 journey.
Two stubborn adults, one kitchen, zero sugar, and a whole lot of lessons ahead.

Let’s see how this goes.