The family and I went to the San Jose Giants baseball game tonight. I thought it would be fun to tell you what I brought.
"How are you doing?" my husband asked.
I frowned. I had just been thinking about how comprised I felt being 9 1/2 weeks pregnant and how it reminded me of when I used to eat gluten.
I'm not complaining. (Well, maybe a little.) I want this baby. This is a choice. I know how blessed I am to have an awesome husband, two amazing daughters and the opportunity to have one more. I do.
But now that I have experienced outrageous relief on my Paleo diet in my body, I'm a bit floored at how it feels to have a body working this hard again just to get through the day. This time it's for a good cause, but before it was just to survive the diet I was feeding it.
I'm having a revelation here.
The other week a salesman was trying to sell me meat out of the back of his van. When I told him we only eat grass-fed beef because we are Paleo it started the discussion I am now quite fond of, if just for the entertaining way people's eyes bulge out.
"What's Paleo?" he asked.
"Well, we eat like a Paleolithic cave man. No grains or sugar or processed food. No dairy. No beans."
"What? No grains? No bread? How do you live without bread?"
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?
Back in 2011 when I was only gluten-free and not Paleo yet, friends kept asking me about my miraculous health improvements. After answering dozens of questions one-by-one I wrote this article to put it all in one place. I'm re-posting this here for you.
If going Paleo seems too hard, try going gluten-free first.
The relief you feel from gluten may give you the energy, motivation, and inspiration you need to go full Paleo.
If going gluten-free intimidates you, keep reading.
Because I needed it to be easy, so I'm making it easy for you.
I thought going gluten-free would mean eating salad every day, all day... forever. Because I was really into my diet coke and M&Ms and french fries at the time (and absolutely hated vegetables) going gluten-free sounded about as fun as a root canal. Turns out you don't have to be healthy to go gluten-free, which makes it much easier to transition into it from the processed food, sugar-laden, bread-heavy, Standard American Diet.
Did we do a Paleo Thanksgiving? Yes and no. We ate Paleo, but it wasn't a Thanksgiving meal.
We went out of town to my brother-in-law's. He and his amazing girlfriend and community cooked the turkey, the stuffing, the yams and all the trimmings. Even the cranberry sauce was homemade. But my kids and I didn't eat any of it. Not one bite. We brought our own food and paper plates and utensils in our cooler and snacked on sausage and cucumber with olive oil and tubs of Paleo Pumpkin Pie minus the crust among other things. (My kids love it this way, they call it Pumpkin Pudding.)
We had a blast. It was family and friends and fun in amazing California weather. We ate outdoors. We laughed until our throats hurt.
But no Thanksgiving food? Not even a wee bit?
I like the easy Paleo stuff.