Tuesday, July 2

That's not very Paleo.

A few weeks ago, I ate a LOT of food at Blue Nile Ethiopian Cafe.

And sweet baby Jesus, it was so good. Go there, RIGHTNOW, if you haven't been. Or if you have. Lunch buffet is $8.50.

...why are you still reading this? I said go!

Anyway, Ethiopian food is also Not Very Paleo.

I've caught myself saying that a lot lately.

Mac 'n Cheese with hot dogs & bacon? Not very paleo. (But comforting!)
Lunchable with carrots? Halfway paleo. (But convenient!)
Brownies? You're funny. (Chocolate's paleo, so it counts, right?)
Beer? Nope. Not paleo. (But... Beer!)

My initial reaction is to mentally scold myself.
I can't believe you've caved... again!

Then I give up completely.
I got stung by a bee and can't go to the gym, might as well eat junk, too!

Then I start to justify current actions with previous actions.
Well, I used to eat this way all the time, and I didn't die then, so once or twice is better than every day, right?

Then I got tired of my attitude. And I don't mean tired of my "I-gave-up" attitude. I mean the attitude where I get down on myself for eating deliciousness. You know what? That lentil-and-mushroom thing was FANTASTIC and it made my day better because IT WAS FANTASTIC. AMAZING I SAY!


So that's it. I'm going to try my darndest to be OK with eating things. 


That does not equal a free pass to Cheeseburgerville. I've realized after keeping up with the paleo/clean eating for oh, let's say 75% of the last sixish weeks, that my body really prefers I stick with it. I've had pizza and chips and some whipped cream (not together, gross) and I can tell. I can feel my body talking to me, and I can feel that lethargy that sets in after eating whatever it was.

So. No more feeling guilty for eating something that I love. I just have to eat it less often. Life will hand me plenty of other stress than what I can muster up from eating something that's Not Very Paleo.