I recently went to a wedding. Buffet. Cake. Food everywhere. It was a joyous occasion and I loved being there. In the past I would have used a wedding as an excuse to eat. "Of course I'll have cake!" (and everything else, too, whether I was full or not).
But this time I celebrated the bride and groom with a smile, a bottle of water and a small cooler filled with Paleo snacks. (Bacon and dates, anyone?) I was happy as a clam and I felt great, too.
I looked at the cake a lot. It was a beautiful two-tiered, square affair with light blue frosting flowers. I really thought it was gorgeous. But I didn't want to eat it.
Or did I?
Hmm. That's a challenge so I stared at that cake. I looked at everyone having a slice to celebrate the newly married couple. Am I in denial? Am I? Nope. I really did not want to eat it. What? Holy crap.
Cake doesn't call out to me anymore.
My husband doesn't understand this phenomena because he has always been able to take or leave it, but food has always spoken to me.
"You know you want some."
"Come on, I'm right here, no one is looking."
"Just one bite."
"You'll feel better."
"Why deny yourself?"
"Stop playing games and just finish me off, you know you're going to anyway after the kids finally go to bed..."
I had lived like this my whole life. It felt completely normal to me. I daydreamed about lunch on the way to school. I daydreamed about snack time in the afternoon. I daydreamed about dinner after that snack. Was there going to be dessert?
I barely noticed these thoughts. It wasn't a loud, clanging sensation in my head. It was a low roar, a background sound, like white noise in a bedroom you have grown so used to you don't realize it's there until you turn it off and the silence becomes deafeningly quiet.
Switching to the Paleo lifestyle turned off the noise in my head and in my emotions, silencing the voices and eliminating the angst. It grew quiet in my mind and in my heart and in that space I found peace.
Bread no longer calls to me.
Sugar no longer calls to me.
Cheese? What's that? I can't remember.
I know, I know it looks like a diet of horrible limitations, but I feel free for the first time in my life.
And I'm not the only one.
It's not impossible to change. I ate cheese by the pound, bread by the loaf and sugar by the cupful. Diet Coke, Junior Bacon Cheeseburgers and French Fries dipped in mayo were my staple. But this change to the Paleo diet (unlike a diet of limiting calories which is, I have found, a slow torture like dripping cold water onto your forehead at random intervals) is not something you have to suffer forever in order to be thin or healthy. Paleo is not suffering.
Paleo is the sweet silence of freedom.
I like the easy Paleo stuff.