#JanuaryWhole30- Day 18- Leave me the F#$% Alone and Give me that damn fatayer!

The past two days I've been in bitchy mode- keeping to myself, getting angry over little things, wondering what is the point of all of this sacrifice. Today it came to a head, when I had to feign interest at work, and show that I care about a student who clearly only cares about himself.

I couldn't explain it. Why was I so mad? So angry?

My secretary, God bless her, said it out loud: "It's because you're dieting." That's it right there.

And for a moment I was thinking forget all of my progress. Especially when the fresh baked delicacy of cheese fatayer is sitting in the office, waiting for hungry teens at the end of the day. Fatayer is evil. It's the combination of fresh bread, melted cheese, and butter, that no one else can imagine unless you live in the Middle East. Fatayer is good with everything.

And I definitely had that moment where I was about to take just one and decided against it, because I realized that although I am pissed at the world right now, I am starting to feel better again. Is this fatayer so good that I am willing to throw away the last 18 days? It isn't. Not right now. I have important things coming up in my life that this little sidetrack can't knock me off: A trip to Boston with 17 teenagers, my sister's wedding, brunch in Abu Dhabi and hanging out at my new school, Spring Break in Budapest and Vienna, graduation day, going home for summer, etc. It just isn't worth it anymore. Not to say that I won't ever have fatayer again, but instead I will enjoy the moment when it is the right time.

I've been thinking about the difference between this Whole30 and my last one, and it's really much harder the second time around. But when February 3rd comes around, the victory in completing this journey is twice as sweet, and twice as long lasting. That's what I need to remember.