-I can't eat chocolate that's under 55% any more, because all I taste are the chemicals.
-Sometimes I don't feel like eating for a day, and I don't.
-Quality butter rarely lasts long enough to cook with.
-I'm drinking a lot more decent fluids (tea, shakes, water, water, water) rather than sugary stuff or energy drinks.
-I'm spending more money on teas and coffees, as I drink them for pleasure, rather than for caffeine and now I actually CARE what they taste like.
-I feel like I'm responsible for the income of an entire nation's worth of egg-farms.
-I forget to have breakfast, so I can't put a breakfast on my blog.
-I have my best figure yet, but it's starting to get too cold to show off.
-I don't feel I "have" to buy/eat anything, although I seem to have a few "staples".
-I have a box of Vitamin D supplements I don't know what to do with.
-People comment on: my shape, my health, how many eggs I eat, how I eat eggs in anything, how I sometimes don't eat.
-I'm working out how to almond-batter-fry chicken to make it taste like KFC for my fiance.
-People waste my time asking for diet advice when they rarely take it.
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The sleeve of my shirt just ripped... when I bent my arm
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Pissing off my wife...Just realized I haven't had a cold, allergies or the flu since I started Paleo. My wife who eats what would be considered healthy in a CW way, has not gone totally Paleo. She is a teacher and often picks up a cold or mild flu from her students. Normally I would have ended up getting sick as well, not now. It's beginning to irritate her...Ha Ha!
My current frustration is that I need to purchase new base layers...I may try to do some horsetrading with my current underarmor and merino base layers to see if I can unload what I have.
Male, 32y, 6'0" tall
SW 306lbs (6/1/12)
CW 244lbs (1/17/13)
BP down from 120/80 to 110/74
With 40 inch shoulders and a 32 inch waist I can't find shirts that fit. They are all too loose at the waist or tight or dig into my arm pits.
A steak a day keeps the doctor away
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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