Paleo Pinup

wpid-2015-01-11-20.02.01.jpg.jpeg*Warning: This is a post about me adapting a meat-eating lifestyle. If you are vegan or vegetarian for ethical reasons, I respect you so much, I respect your views so much. And you probably shouldn’t read the rest of this…

A few years ago, I lost a lot of weight. Over the course of five years, I lost 125 pounds. Yay.

And then I met someone. Someone wonderful. And I stuck to it. I did. And then we moved in together and soon enough it became, “Oh, I’ll share that chocolate with you,” or, “Oh, I’ll have spoonful of that Nutella,” or, “Oh, yeah I want that bowl of cereal if you’re going to pour one.”

And slowly the weight crept back. Not all the way. only about 25 pounds, but I didn’t need that scare. You see, the problem with losing weight is that eventually you have to stop. And while I never really starved myself… my diet was scant on nutrition and plentiful in low calorie snack packs. That is just not a way to live. I was paying more attention to what the scale said, instead of listening to my body which was starved of nutrients.

A few weeks ago, I spoke to a couple of people I know who lost a ton of weight. Hyperbole or no, they lost quite a bit of weight. So I asked them what they did and they both said, “We went paleo.” It stuck with me. It was always something I was interested in, but I have a $100 a week grocery bill anyway, and this looked like a very expensive way to eat. But I gave it another look, and I found Nom Nom Paleo. That looks doable. I could eat like that. I still didn’t get why it worked, only how it worked. The rules of the game. I liked the rules, but it didn’t click for me.

That was a few days ago. I started. I bought real groceries. Really real groceries. As in, just about nothing processed (organic almond butter and Outshine bars only). Yesterday was my first day. The food is tasty. No, it’s tasty. I need to get up a bit of courage and figure out how I cook, but what I made? Simple but good. I still didn’t get it. This morning, when wondering what I might expect, I found South of Vanilla and Kristina’s page on 12 You Might Expect When Going Paleo. This makes so much sense to me! I really get it! And I’m so excited! I can DO this!

And the cost of the groceries? I can’t believe I was spending so much on so little junk. My bill was just about the same.


Turnback Girl meets Gamer Boy

Him and HerWhen I saw him for the first time, in his black hoodie, green wool mittens and steel toed boots, his straight hair sticking up in angles only ever accomplished by lots and lots of hairspray (and I should know) or naturally achieved by some gifted magic of Japanese genetics (he should know) I knew I’d never see another boy the same way. And when I put down the green tea latte I picked with him in mind and the skinny cinnamon dolce latte for myself and melted into his arms I knew I was home. It was that easy. At least that part was.


Turnback Girl: An old school blues cat sees a gal walking down the street. Her hair is piled on top of her head; daring gravity and laughing in the face of wind sheer. Her feet sport an ironically sensible pair of four inch platform wedges. Between the two poles, high-waisted trousers, a button down blouse and red lips push this girl out of the context of the bustling sidewalk. Back on the restaurant’s stage the blues cat dubs her the turnback girl and keeps on playing. He’ll relate this to her later, when he bumps into her for the first and last time.


Gamer Boy: He slips between books like most people flip channels to avoid commercials; his mind doing the kind of multitasking one would expect from a Nobel laureate on the edge of a great discovery. Stolen moments of pure imagination make him part of the story and a controller allows him to live in the dreams of others. Other worlds can become real and in turn make this one more inspired. A necessary outlet for overwhelming creativity and possibility.

And now we are a them. And that is what I haven’t figured out yet. And that is what we haven’t figured out yet. This year starts waking up next to each other, the first full year living together. He picked up and moved 80 miles to my front door and we embarked on a life together last July and after two very busy hospitality summers, we finally get to try and figure this out.