Diary of a CheeseFiend
Hope that link works? It's to my first few questions and discoveries, with the aid of my Helper In Chief, Cryptocode, to whom I had something very important to say about liver yesterday, but now cannot remember...
So, a journal should start somewhere, but since I've experienced it all once already, it's a bit dull for me now - abridged version then:
- discovered paleo site whilst idly browsing for something else
- long been sick of bloaty stomach, bloaty mind, bloaty willpower, bloaty disinterest in general - and that was on mainly potato and rice, not really eating much bread or pasta at all
- read through all the success stories in one night AND - and this is the important bit - AND what struck me most was not the weight loss (I'm a bit meh as far as weight goes), but the sense of life and vigour that just barged out of those stories
- never having been one to sneer at someone else's evangelicism, I thought rather wistfully that I would love to have some of that oomph.
So about three weeks ago (sorry, not good at counting time, carbs, weights etc etc) I went thoroughly paleo, but including cream, butter and cheese. And about two weeks and three days ago I started feeling rather wonderful, and have been feeling better and better every day since, until it's unusual now to see me without a smile on my face. Except yesterday. Yesterday I spent being violently sick. Nothing to do with paleo though, just been a greedy cow on the foraged goods. Hugely better today.
Apart from a mild few days of carb light-cold-just-a-few-sniffles-really/NOT 'flu, I have not stopped feeling energetic, cheerful, more present physically than in years - as though I've taken full body earplugs off and can hear, see and touch more vividly than before. I leap home from work to scour the house and garden for more things to do, whereas I used to crawl in and collapse in front of the fire with a bottle of wine and not move until bedtime. I can even do a full day's weekend gardening work - digging, planting, pruning, ivy-wrangling, mowing - then get home and bounce outside to cut my own lawn at eight in the evening. Just bonkers, truly bonkers. No blood sugar slumps, no crashes, just energy, energy, energy. And when I do get hungry and stuff my face, there's no sleepy patch afterwards - just even more energy. It has to be magic, has to be.
Downsides: I thought for a moment this meant a free pass to eating as much as I wanted. An unfortunate trip to the cheese counter proved that theory to be wrong last week. I have to limit my cheese. I am allergic/intolerant/whatever to eating cheese by the kilo. Dammit.
That's it on the downsides.
My body shape has definitely changed. I don't own scales so I can't be sure, but I think I was about 9 stone (about 125lbs?) - UK size 10 anyway. A classic skinny/fat (just discovered that term), where fully clothed I looked slim, unclothed, I looked a bit more... bulgy. I don't think I've lost much weight, but I think the outdoor work I do has given me more muscle on my new eating habits, and certainly a lot, a LOT, less fat - I'm now in my UK size 8 jeans (a US size 4, I think?) and they're fairly loose fitting - fully clothed I don't look too different, but unclothed I look... well... sleek! No other word for it. Sleek and slightly don't-mess-with-me looking. Excellent.
So there you go. It IS magic. I have been trying to calorie count and macronutrient track - I have not done so well as I should, being too low on carbs and too high on fat and calories. I think I will probably end up going for a wild stab at the correct amounts and then trying to even it out over the week, rather than get the correct proportions of everything, every day. Some days I'm just ravenous for green stuff and wrinkle my nose at the smell of meat. Some days I just want steak steak steak and can't see the point of a vegetable. Although I do not yet trust my body not to lie to me about what it thinks it wants (poor confused beast that it is), I think that whilst this continues to work I probably shouldn't beat myself around the head with figures all the time (see crap-at-counting comment above). If I begin to flag, lose energy, gain weight, or otherwise feel less marvellous that I currently do, I will have to abandon this theory...
HIIIIIIII! I found you. Congratulations to us both.
I think I've learned more from you than you from me. Your comment about the micronutrients made me realize I'd never looked at mine in the tracker, which I haven't used for 3 - 4 months. So I entered the last 3 days and found I'm dying, or starving to death, or something. No, I'm not hungry. Anyway I spent much of the day trying to add in my multi-vitamin as a food. I think I really screwed up the tracker. I'll have to delete that and try again. It's now telling me I ate 176,572 calories today. Really?
We have a strange new group in the forum. "What happens if I eat "this food"? Me - you will die a slow and painful death immediately. So I asked a question today and so far no one has answered. Now I'm feeling very unloved. LOL. Somedays it's really hard to keep me happy.
Wish I had your energy though, it sounds great.
Yes, big pat. Well done us.
176,572 calories, eh? You'll get fat at that rate. Good idea about adding the vitamins though.
I haven't tracked for a few days. It seemed a bit pointless since a) Saturday's food and I parted company anyway, b) I didn't eat anything Sunday, and c) Monday was mainly fruit juice, apples, water and half a sweet potato.
Not much energy tonight - I think the crash famine, potato & fruit (sugar & sugar) remedy, and a really late night have done for me. Knackered this evening.
I just went looking for your question. I'd love to answer it for you, but I have no idea what you're on about.
Journal note for the day: don't be sick and not eat. You won't feel well.
Sorry, "What happens if I eat this food" is a joke (snide) question. Has nothing to do with you. Has to do with stupid questions being asked on the forum.
Aha! Reordered my chronology, and now I start at the top.
Thanks, Skip. It sent me to sleep, so pros and cons, etc... Sandstone cottage so not drying particularly quickly. Will be some weeks yet before the floors dry out completely. Just me in solitary splendour on a beanbag on a damp dirt floor surrounded by nothing but four damp walls. Hoorah. Just like bothying, only with added beanbag. How did the retreat go? Where did you get to? Was it edible?
Gorged like a pig on dates today - never realised before that they're exactly what toffee should taste like, if toffee were really, really, really good. Unlooked for side-effect of drastic change in lifestyle - waist down to 22 inches (found a drowned tape measure washed under the step whilst tidying). Arse down to 33. Only a inch difference from before, but hey, it's the squidgy inch and that's what counts.
Want a day off. Have worked 17 days in a row now. Tired. On plus side, have been reading all about complexity science and the adjacent possible - will apply to conscious self and choose not to replace old furniture in old arrangement, thus opening up new phase space possibilities for use of sitting room. Will end up in quantum state of content, smeared out over numerous temporal trajectories [frivolous emoticon].
Excuse incoherence - early bed tonight I think. Trying to digest dinner. Disaster with cat food bag (flood, what else) means cats and I all had large quantities of unexpected raw beef for dinner. All nodding off now. Need to fossick about under car bonnet with brake fluid and PSF, but will have to get up earlier tomorrow I think. Sorry, really shutting up now...
As a stupid question asker, I'm going to side with the stupid on this one. You need to ask less pertinent questions; clearly it's all your own fault for leading from the front.
What a long week. Energy still mostly up, but come 8 o'clock (sitting down time) in the evening, I'm pooped. Still off-colour from last weekend's vomitfest which doesn't help, and I haven't tracked a thing since then. I don't care [self-pity face on] - I've just been eating whatever feels good as long as it's within my strictly primal range (I dumped the sugar/potato thing after the first day).
So what guilty secrets shall I share today? The smoking I daren't even approach on a site such as this. Exercise? OK. I hate 'exercise'. I have avoided 'exercising' my entire life. I know this is a character flaw along the lines of pointless teenage rebellion and I should just grow up and accept exercise as being as incontrovertible as death, taxes, clearing up catshit and PMT, but I really don't want to. Do I have to? Is there such a thing as binge-exercise and is it bad? By which I mean, I spend about 10 hours every weekend doing vaguely Grok-like things for my gardening work. Then I do very little for five days. And repeat. Actually, I take that back - I don't have central heating so every evening I have to saw up wood for the fire - that can get quite energetic. I'm a hill-walker by desire (when I get the time!), so that's long, measured, strolls taken account of (although the highest near me is only around 4000 feet). I feel guilty that I don't 'exercise', but to be honest, I've never yet met a proper gardener with a saggy arse - all those lunges, you see... So dither, dither, dither - I'm not running, I'll tell you that now. Not never. Perhaps now the evenings are getting longer/lighter I'll take some more evening strolls [ with a saw stuffed up my jumper just in case a good piece of wood-scrumping presents itself ].
Journal note for the day: The Careful Reintroduction Of Cheese Plan is going extremely well. As someone suggested on the other thread, quality cheese, but less often. Unfortunately I seem to have scarfed my week's allowance of quality cheese by yesterday evening, and I only bought it yesterday afternoon [cries].
Do you mean to say that, on this site, I've found a fellow smoker? Shhhh, don't tell anyone. Now I'm more than ever interested in coming to visit.
Sounds like you get plenty of exercise. What, you don't have central heating? Where do you live again? You chop wood. You're already living the primal life. That sounds like plenty of exercise to me.
EDIT: You're right. My posts to you have been much to brief and thus not understandable. And my 'humor' doesn't do well on-line. I've trimmed my fingernails and will try to be more complete and explanative.
Here's your previous thread: http://www.marksdailyapple.com/forum/thread83639.html
and here's us: http://www.marksdailyapple.com/forum/thread34076.html (NamelessWonder)
When you have time, please come visit us.
Last edited by Cryptocode; 05-04-2013 at 11:23 AM.
I'm such a good girl. Still paleo-ing away as though it were an actual change in lifestyle/attitude, not just a try-it-and-see.
What with having no kitchen, no time, no life at the moment frankly, I did today briefly wish I could just scarf a pie from the shop instead of being picky and fussy. But I didn't. And it would have been self-destructive - I had eleven hours gardening work to fit in today, and had I been on the old ways, I would have been dragging myself about by hour 8. Instead of bouncing about being cheerful; planting out stuff of my own when I got home, and dropping in on the neighbours to pass on spare bedding plants.
I must be fatburning now ('converted'?) because where else would the energy come from if not that spare inch or so from around my arse? It's certainly not coming from the miserly mouthful of beef I had today. It's not that I haven't had moments of hunger, but let's face it, being a disorganised person as well as having tried the odd diet in my life before, hunger is not a novel sensation. Transient hunger without wobbliness IS however. I like it.
Work again tomorrow. Pah. I believe I may have said this before...
... I WANT A DAY OFF. I DO.
Nevermind. It's my birthday in a few weeks' time and I've booked the day off then, regardless of what happens. And for now? There's martini in the fridge, gin in the freezer, and a jar of olives kicking around somewhere... dirty gin martini, here I come.
Oh bloody hell, that's the third time you've felt the need to excuse yourself to me.
Right - new agreement. You can pick one of the following and we'll stick to it as a working assumption until further notice:
a) I'm a bit thick; I'll probably never quite catch up with what you're saying, so just play nicely and you can feel a bit sorry for me, and I can feel a bit inferior about you;
b) I probably have got it, but am either off on a ditz about something else or am playing it deadpan; or
c) I probably got half of it but wasn't really paying enough attention so you should be pissed off at me for not listening...
You can choose any of the above - I won't be offended. I've spent my whole life assuming people talk down to me because I'm female, blonde, and look quite young. It could very well be true that, actually, they talk that way because I'm not the sharpest crayon in the box...
Ah, what a nice thing to say. Thank you, Joanie. But Wellington had it - whenever you hit a problem, tie a knot and carry on.
Well, work done again today. Back on the meat'n'cheese default which I'm learning means I'm a bit stressed. There's just so much to do. Mint. That's why. I tell people not to plant mint straight into the garden, but keep it in a pot instead. Or you have mint everywhere - garden, gutters, under the fridge, behind the hostas, up the side of the bath and in the toilet, strangling the delphiniums. But it's all 'oh but I love mint, I use so much of it, it's so lovely to have a little herb garden just by the back door...' and then they fecking well plant it out anyway.
Which is why I've spent my Sunday work hours digging out what amounts to 10 square metres of mint from in and around everything else. If I see another mint plant in the next five days I'm going to kick it to death.
Other irrational news: my lovely diesel car has a VERY fine engine. Nothing wrong with the mechanical side. But it's electronic brain? Different story. The electric windows go up, but not down. The radio turns itself off after every traffic alert. It thinks it's minus 27 degrees every time it starts up and starts shouting at me about the risk of ice. Sometimes we have BRIGHT lights on the dashboard, other days we're turned off completely and illegible. Last week it communicated in French rather than English. Not so bad. But this week it's speaking Italian, and I had to look up ghiacciare. Surprise, surprise, it's still shouting at me about ice.
Food note for the day: carried out plan M, or N, or wherever we're up to, and bought a week's worth of food that add up to the correct macronutrient relative quantities. If I empty that fridge by the end of the week I will have eaten 'correctly' without having to think about it again. Whether it's sensible to do so or not, I will report back on...