I’m so hesitant to post this, because of what always happens when I announce a New Chapter in Health and Fitness. Or, for that matter, any new chapters that involve deeply ingrained habits.
Experts say that telling people about your goal makes it 273.9% more likely you will achieve said goal in record time. But I am the exception to the rule. I prefer to tend my little garden of goals in secret, harvesting them at their peak to be displayed for an appreciative audience. Telling people about the crummy little patch of goal seedlings when there’s nothing to see only invites Helpful Questions. “Did you finish the children’s handmade Christmas stockings this year?” (No.) “How’s that wedding album scrapbook coming along?” (None of your business.) “Are you still doing Weight Watchers?” (BEGONE AND NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN.)
But I’ve already told Twitter, as well as my mother, so the accountability is already there, looming.
So. This will be a Paleo summer for me. Paleo/Primal, whatever. Still figuring out the difference, but – low-carb, abundant vegetables, lotsa meat, no grains.
And we shall see.
I did a “trial run” last week while we were at the beach. I figured that if I could hardwire my brain to equate Paleo eating with the restful breezes of the Gulf coast, it might help when my willpower is weak. Of course, this probably would only work if I were not both brainwasher and brainwashee, but – you see what I’m saying.
And I felt pretty good. I think I’m already noticing an improvement in my headaches, which would be terrific since they’re mainly triggered by heat and sun – namely, Texas (particularly in the summertime). I didn’t feel THAT many insane cravings, and I successfully survived a chocolate emergency by having a banana with some peanut butter (yes, I know that peanuts aren’t Paleo, but whatevs.) And I totally don’t care right now that there’s a Tupperware container of brownies on top of our fridge, leftover from the kids’ choir picnic. I am the picture of detachment.
I read Why We Get Fat: And What to Do About It while at the beach – more self-brainwashing – and it made sense. Lots of science. I have noticed, and I don’t think this is just psychosomatic, that I do feel satiated with a meal of meat and vegetables in a way that I don’t when I’m eating something like pasta.
But more than that, I think an approach to eating that is “you can eat all you want of these things, but none of those things” is going to be easier for me to stick with, initially, than, “everything in moderation, and seven brownies could be considered moderation if you average the median brownie consumption adjusted for inflation squared, because you did drink a lot of water today.”
So. There you have it. Don’t ask me about this in a week, because I will probably be coming down from a sugar high the likes of which the world has never witnessed, and it will get REAL up in this comment box.
Oh, and how ridiculous is this, but – I think I am going to track my own behavior with a marble jar, because that is the mental age of my willpower. Preschool. Something like one marble for exercise, two for successfully staying paleo that day, five for not eating a brownie even though it is dressed in its finest dancing suit and serenading me from atop the fridge.
I’ve found some recipes that look good in Sarah Fragoso’s Everyday Paleo cookbook, and I’m following a few blogs that post great recipes. Marla Sarris is an all-around cool person who posts some fun, simple primal recipes, and my Internet friend and food blogger Nancy has stepped up to be a cheerleader and creative recipe provider as well.
Last – I know a huge, huge factor in Why This We Got Fat is my terrible sleeping habits, which is why I am not going to stay up working but rather am going to bed at a reasonable hour which is actually…right now.
And, seriously, I could use quite a lot of encouragement, so chalk any grumbling up to ketosis.