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?
Paleo is not about what you eat, it's about what you don't eat.
I'm not sitting around eating vegetables while holding my nose like I'm in 5th grade and my parents are tormenting me with asparagus again. Rather, I'm not eating anything that causes inflammation in my body, chains me with addictive behavior or smacks me - and everyone else around me - with mood swings.
Cutting those things out of my diet made me feel happy, instantly.
I like the easy Paleo stuff.