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My SIL is eating paleo and doesn't know it. Her naturopath has her on some naturopathic HCG "diet" so she swears its the magical hcg making all the difference this time. She is not eating wheat or grains, only coconut or olive oil, no processed foods or soy, and plenty of meat and veggies. because the weight loss has been so effortless she's convinced it's the hCG not the food.
I said 'so its a paleo diet' and she said 'what's that?'
At least I was able to convince her to read Wheat Belly.
This is it, I have the winner!
Boss to me as I sit munching a delicious red apple: You shouldn't eat red apples, they have way more sugar than green apples.
Me to boss: Are you sure you want to talk to me about sugar? Didn't I see you eating a caramel square yesterday?
Do what you love and do it often. If you don't like something, change it. if you don't like your job, quit. If you don't have enough time, stop watching tv. If you are looking for the love of your life, stop, they will be waiting for you when you start doing the things you love. Stop over analyzing, life is simple. When you eat, appreciate every last bite. Some opportunities only come once, seize them.
"What do they eat, meat?"
*blank look- I couldn't have just heard that.*
"They're so big, they have to eat meat, right?"
"No, they eat plants, they're herbivores. They just eat a LOT of them."
I wish they'd been my horses so I could do the poking and pointing things out- like the very flat teeth.
“If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.” --Audre Lorde
My cousin's boyfriend was talking on Mother's Day about this paleo diet craze and how people who do it never have any energy, because "you get your energy from carbs" yada yada yada. He's very intelligent though. Just not on diets.
Yes, CW knows no bounds. Heaven forbid I feed my dog the same chicken I am about to eat.
somehow I manage to leave my intelligence and decorum at the door wherever I go. I doubt your journal will be an exception to that - not on the rug
What the F&#* is a decorum? - Mr. Anthony