Sunday, October 9, 2011

Just when you think you've got it all figured out...

It's been 6 or 7 weeks since I started eating/living the primal way, and I have totally bought into it and feel as though I have become more knowledgeable about it. Then I have a weekend like this one. What I realize is that this weekend didn't test my knowledge or my ability to follow this diet, it just tested my resolve. My resolve failed. One of the things that I have liked most about this "diet" is that it isn't a diet as much as it is a lifestyle, which meant that things like willpower, "can't have this, can't have that" don't really apply. What I realized is that as true as that may be, it can still be a challenge to live this way in today's world. I had an awful day Friday, which made me want nothing more than a big sandwich and a beer, and that's exactly what I had. I took food out of what it is, which is fuel, and turned it into medicine, medicine that's not even for my body, just for my brain. Paleo or not, turning food into an emotional crutch is a slippery, slippery slope indeed. The worst part about it is that it's insidious. I ate a sandwich and a beer Friday, I had a tortilla Saturday, I had pizza today. Most people would say, so what, but it's not even so much that I had them, as that I was able to justify them each time, and each time my justification had something to do with it being "ok" or "deserving" it. Again, food is no longer fuel, it's medicine.

The good news, tonight my resolve is strong. I don't feel like I've failed, I feel like I've learned. I have a lunch full of paleo foods packed for tomorrow and I probably won't really miss a beat, but I will approach the coming week a little more cautiously. One thing I have to look forward to, trying to figure out how to have a paleo friendly bachelor party weekend. Stay tuned for that one :)

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