Ok you guys. This could
be a pivotal moment in my life, and I want to share it with Klipsch nation for all to see. It will one-up my level of commitment, being "out there" and all.
I've been talked into trying the Paleo diet, aka Caveman diet, by a friend of mine. (I'm using the term "friend" loosely at this point.) The gist: if cavemen couldn't eat it, I can't either. It's that simple. Which means all agriculture is out. Dairy. Grains. COOKIES. Because we all know cookies are farmed. Basically, everything I love and eat too much of is out. My mom immediately asked me if I would also carry a club and paint on walls. Oh, ha ha, mother.
My goal with this diet is not to lose weight, but to feel better. I'm getting older, and let's face it, feeling good gets harder as you get older. Not only the changes in our bodies, but mentally -- things seem to pile up as years go by. Need to de-clutter. Clean out the attic, so to speak. And the plumbing, but I thought that sounded kind of gross so I didn't want to say it. Except I just did.
The most challenging thing I can see already (I started this today, by the way) is finding stuff to eat. I'm no hunter, and I suck at gathering. Healthy gathering, anyway. I shopped at our local Trader Joe's yesterday for the first time, which is all-things organic. I felt like a turd in a punchbowl, swimming among people I've poked fun at for years. I humbly hang my head to say: you guys were onto something all along.
I'm also cutting coffee (organic, of course) to one cup a day. I missed my daily dose of 4 or 5 cups yesterday, and OH MY GOD the headache. I realized I have a serious problem.
So if I seem a tad cranky over the next few days, blame detox. Stick with me. I'll report occasionally as I go along.
In the meantime, let's celebrate with a little Dead. It won't be long before I'm as happy as this song
sounds.Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.