If primal has done nothing else for me, it has turned my love-hate relationship with food into one of just love.
There are some experiences that we can all enjoy, whether we are rich or poor. Music, the beauty of our surroundings, sex, and food to name a few. We start building our relationship with food from day one. Whether because of genetics, bad education, weird parents, etc., I think some of us get into some unhealthy relationships with food. Low fat, six meals a day, anorexia, binge/purge, etc. Sometimes it feels like the mixed messages we get about food are so discordant, I'm surprised more people don't just say f*** it and go on the WholeVodka diet.
One day I noticed that without me really noticing, I really do shop 90+% around the perimeter of the grocery store. Produce, fish, meat, cheese, eggs. The occasional trip into one of the aisles is for not oft bought things like ACV, some tomato products, and some bags of frozen veggies or fruit. I talk to the produce folks, the butchers, etc. The fish guy knows that I'm going to be looking for squid and agrees we need more Italians here because then he could stock more squid and never be out. I get samples of cheeses from animals other than cows and from all over the world. I even found out that one of my local grocery stores stocks organic potatoes - they're not on the floor, you have to ask. I don't understand, but it's good to know that I don't have to depend on WFoods or wait 'til the Saturday market to get them.
It's such a different experience from the old snatch and grab and get out of the store asap that used to be my grocery shopping.
And I've returned back to the kitchen in a meaningful way. The laziest meal I make now is a burger with an avocado squished on top. But generally, I cook something nice. I appreciate that I'm not just eating calories, but something I took care in preparing. Not three hour meals by any stretch, but good, wholesome meals that taste delicious.
I always loved food, but I hated it too. So, maybe eating this way has been a bit of therapy.
I'm closer to 60 than I am to 50, and I have no pain (we all get occasional headaches). I can walk for miles easily. I wake up glad to face the day. My hair is shiny. And when I want to be really bad, I throw some tequila or vodka into some buttered espresso - damn, that's one fine primal (maybe) drink. So, while the weight thing is all well and good, I never realized how stressed I was about food until I made a conscious decision to eat the best quality food I could afford and find. And that made the stress go away.
"Right is right, even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong, even if everyone is doing it." - St. Augustine