Living Primal

So I finished the 5-day Dukan diet Attack phase (pure, lean protein... nothing else) and lost about 4 pounds. But after the detox I am really craving fruits & veggies and not feeling too motivated to sticking with Dukan. So I finally picked up the Paleo diet book I bought last year and read it cover to cover. I'm super excited about making the slow transition to a Paleo or primal lifestyle. The basic idea is going back to the diet/lifestyle our ancestors came from... like ancestors meaning cavemen. NO refined, processed foods are allowed, including flour/grains. But there are really no other rules... no calorie counting or food restrictions, etc. "Primal" is a little more lenient than Paleo.... Paleo says no dairy at all (from a cow) because our ancestors never ate dairy... and there are a billion other reasons why our body doesn't do well with cow milk anyway. Primal eating says that SOME dairy is okay... but its better to stick to organic milk and goat cheese.

Here are the (very) basic, and seemingly obvious guidelines of Primal living. The "blueprint" is based on healthy living 10,000 years ago :)

1) Eat lots of animals and plants (Eliminate grains, sugars, trans- and hydrogenated fats from your diet.)
2) Move around a lot at a slow pace (low level aerobic activity 2-5x a week)
3) Lift heavy things (lift weights 2-5x a week)
4) Get lots of sleep
5) Play
6) Get sunlight every day
7) Avoid trauma (Eliminate self-destructive behaviors)
8) Avoid poisonous things (Avoid exposure to chemical toxins in your food (pesticides, herbicides, chemicals, etc) and on your skin. Avoid the hidden poisons in foods like sugars, grains, processed foods, trans and hydrogenated fats, etc)
9) Use your mind 

Most of these are pretty self-explanatory. I'm mostly focusing on the eating aspects. My friend and her husband have been "eating primal" for almost 2 years and they lost a ton of weight, feel more energized, and never get sick.

So basically: Lean meats and vegetables are healthy, grains and sugars should be avoided. 

There are some food that are listed on the "moderation" list, and I think for this to work for me, I definitely need to keep some of those foods:

Eggs – Paleo says they are ok, in moderation. I eat a lot of egg whites so I think I'm good. And better to stick with cage free, organic eggs

Nuts – in moderation they are okay, and I'll probably eat some to replace all the crunchy saltiness I get from carbs

Coffee/Tea – Strict primal eaters eliminate caffeine all together, but I cannot live without my morning cup of coffee. 

Beans & Legumes – They are a strict NO on Paleo and primal guidelines! The ONLY problem I have with this is hummus :( I don't think I can go without hummus!!! But I did find this cool recipe that I may try http://libidiny.blogspot.com/search/label/hummus)

Dark Chocolate – Will def have this in moderation

Red Wine – Will def have this in moderation

Cheese – This is another big no in the Paleo book - but primal says SOME is okay... the more aged the better, and any cheese from goat or sheeps milk is best

Yams and Sweet Potatoes – Will def have these in moderation because its basically the only true "starch" allowed

I got most of my info about primal eating from this website http://www.marksdailyapple.com/category/smart-fuel/#axzz2CX4t15SW. It has an endless amount of information on it. I wish I could carry it around in my pocket all day!

This page is also great "primal bluebrint" shopping list

http://www.marksdailyapple.com/primal-blueprint-shopping-list/#axzz2CX4t15SW

Right now

I am drinking a glass of red wine. I am slowly erasing the 1.5 hours of traffic I just fought.

This glass once had another half. I guess I once had another half too. What's he doing right now? Does he have his half? Is he thinking of me?

But now I have a better "half" :)

I've lost 3.8 pounds since Monday. Its kind of crazy but this diet is kind of crazy so I'm not surprised. I just want to scream: "3.8 POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" But for what? No one can notice, not even me, and its probably not real.

And every inch of every inch of me is loved to pieces by my wonderful, amazing, boyfriend - so he doesn't want to hear "3.8 POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" either. He could care less.

Yesterday, when I got a haircut, I had a sudden urge to cut it all off. Well not all, but to my chin. The weight of my hair on my back and neck started to suffocate me.

I guess every now and then, we all want to get of some baggage. I took off 4 inches. Feels like a new day.

Right now, on the Food Network, they are making "head cheese" - which is actually - pig cheek sausage. I honestly just gagged as the chef held the pug head by its ears and dipped it in and out of a bucket of brine. BARF.

I always try to think of a good ending for blog posts. Witty, sentimental, tie it back to the intro. Why? What's the point? Who reads this besides me anyway.

The Old Lady and the Bracelet

Dear Old Lady with the bracelet:

I'm sorry that for a moment, when I saw you, standing in the doorway of the trash room, I thought you were homeless. My heart momentarily lurched into my stomach, when I imagined the conversation I might have with a homeless person occupying the trash room.

Then you smiled and I remembered that you live here. We've had a conversation. I'm sorry that I forgot.

When you asked me for a favor, I couldn't help the irritation - creeping up my neck... I couldn't help thinking: Why me?

But then you held out your tarnished gold bracelet, a delicate string of knots and braids.

Could I please help you put it on?

As my fingers struggled to join the tiny clasp, I listened to your story:

This was a bracelet from an old friend. Tonight I am meeting her for dinner, and I want to wear the bracelet. I couldn't put on the bracelet myself. So I waited inside the trash room until someone nice came along. 

I'm sorry that when you asked me if it was raining out, I could not think of an answer.

I was wondering what led you here, waiting in the trash room, for someone to help you with your bracelet.

I was wondering what happened to your husband. Was there ever one?

I was wondering what it felt like to be your kind of lonely. What it felt like to be - alone. 

I wanted to ask you if you were alright. I wanted to invite you up for coffee. I wanted to know if you are the one who leaves the old, dusty, books in the lobby. Sometimes I read them.

But instead I told you "no, it's not raining" and pulled my lips into a tight smile.

I released your tiny wrist from my hands.

Old Lady with the bracelet, what is your name?