Restriction, for the sake of healing, is not the same as deprivation.
Depriving yourself of foods that you enjoy, that nourish your body and your soul, is a game of self-inflicted punishment that I'm sure many of us have played. The dialogue going something like: "I didn't earn that *food item* because I didn't *workout/fit into my jeans from high school/weigh a certain amount*". Restriction, at least in the form of an elimination diet like AIP, comes from a place of love: I love myself enough to do this experiment and discover what foods are doing my body a disservice. Although restriction can be tough, it shouldn't also be a mind game or a means by which to punish yourself.
Tonight I wanted a bacon cheeseburger (beef for my luteal phase) and that's exactly what I ate. Minus the buns, cheese, ketchup, mustard, pickles, and mayonnaise - so, lets face it, I ate a burger, bacon, and some lettuce 😬. But it hit the damn spot.
So remember: nourishment throughout restriction. Healing > harming.