Catchy title, eh?
Guess what I’m doing?
I decided, after some extensive blog reading and related work chatter, to eat Paleo-style/join the Paleo movement/be Paleo (how does one say that?). I’m trying to avoid using the word “diet” cause it has such a negative connotation. However, it is just that. A lot of people call it the “caveman diet” and that’s really it in a nutshell. It’s going to be including more meat than I usually eat but the trade off is I’ll be breaking my addiction to carbs and sugars. Yes, I’ll miss wine and beer and most especially cheese but “moderation” will be a new word in my vocabulary in 30 days.
I’ve given this a lot of thought. After eating my way through Des Moines and some additional stress I’ve found that I haven’t been feeling very healthy. I haven’t been sleeping well, my clothes feel the stretch of some extra lbs. and there’s simply the general feeling of being more run down than usual. Even getting outside for a run has been a challenge cause I’d rather sleep. I couldn’t figure out why I was feeling so poorly. Then I started to think about what I’ve been consuming. My food philosophy has always been about feeling good from the inside out but I realized that’s taken a backseat to the gastronomical excitement of a new city.
After hearing about it at work, I read this blog which made me feel like Paleo was something I wanted to do. In true Ryan fashion, I made a plan. I purchased this book and this book (okay, okay and this book – but that’s it, I swear). I began reading about food, how the body reacts to food and the benefits of Paleo. I won’t attempt to reiterate it here as my goal is merely to talk about this cool new thing I’m doing. I realized that what’s been happening (maybe my whole life) is that I was regularly putting food between me and my goals and 90% of the time, it just wasn’t worth it.
I felt excited to come home tonight and cook dinner. I cooked, you guys! It’s been a long time since I’ve done that. I even have a menu planned for the rest of the week. If it wasn’t evident, my day one optimism is showing itself. I know this is going to be very difficult and I’ll probably need you to remind me on day 9 that I don’t, in fact, neeeeeed a pastry. I’m just really excited about this. I’m pretty sure this is going to get me just a bit closer to being the woman I want to be.