Just had a family trip to celebrate my grandparents' 50th anniversary. The entire family is overweight and/or obese (besides my mother, who I have now 100% convinced to go completely Primal...BAM - although she was pretty WAPF before, and has always been very health conscious).
So 4th of July family-day dawns and I have my morning coffee (coconut oil, heavy cream, maybe some butter) and get on with my day. The eating isn't till around 4:30 and that's a little later than my usual "breakfast" around 1ish so I decide to fast till then. No big deal.
The family converges around mid-morning and the the fare was so freaking SAD. Donuts, cupcakes, hot dogs, hamburgers (my beef being with the bread, etc. of course), chips, pretzels, and all the little children ONLY drank nasty fake chocolate milk, sweet tea, or gatorade (and their mother is a nurse for pete's sake... it killed me). But all was well for me since I brought a pound of local grassfed ground beef, salad greens, and some mac nut oil. I split my meat in half and grilled up two juicy hamburgers and put them right on top of my salad. And ate it all.
Overweight Aunt#1: Well that salad WAS healthy...
Overweight Aunt#2: Oh, she can eat like that, she's young. Just WAIT until she's our age!
Overweight Aunt#1: Yeah and everybody knows that skinny people eat the most anyway.
I just sat there biting my tongue and trying not to lock eyes with my lean and not-so-mean Primal mother while she patted my arm and giggled softly.
It was very difficult not to point out that they had Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast, I had watched them snack on pure crap ALL morning and afternoon, and then they all had three different kinds of dessert AFTER dinner.
Nope. My one-meal-of-the-day pound of ground beef is going to kill me and make me fat.
Live Clean, Love Hard. Or vice versa.
Female! Height: 5'10.5" HW: 161 SW: 135 CW: 124 GW: Whatever number my body wants to be when I'm eating and moving well - trying to get that muscle mass up.