People who know me well immediately register that I look happier and healthier, but I don't think I "look the part" enough to explain things to complete strangers, and I have a horror of getting all "evangelical" on people who just wish I would shut up about my weird caveman cult thing, already.
My first clue about how different eating Primally was: about a month in, I went to a baby shower, and (STUPID!!! STUPID!!!) didn't eat breakfast before we went. I couldn't drink the mimosas, obviously the bread basket wasn't an option: neither were the fondant-frosted cupcakes or the shower favors, which were full of jellybeans and personalized M&M's- adorable, but in my new life, inedible. When lunch finally came, it was a green salad with chicken breast and strawberries. I wolfed it down. Of course there was no fat to speak of, but I also suspect the salad dressing was laced with sugar. It didn't even dent my inner appetite- in fact, it only seemed to make me hungrier. My stomach growled all the way through the afternoon, through the pleasantries, through the games. I did win one of the games, and my prize was a Whatchamacallit candy bar. #$%&!
It was a good wake-up call: a lot of women eat like this, in the name of health, pretty much constantly. I know I did. And I was always hungry, cranky, and miserable, and somehow, still fat- even when I weighed my chicken and measured my low-cal dressing. I can't believe that I had forgotten that awful gnawing feeling over the course of the month. It was the first time that I realized that hunger like that between meals was not, in fact, normal. And I love knowing that I can eat a decent breakfast, and not worry about my blood sugar crashing through the floor at 10 AM.
That's something that the Primal Blueprint has restored to me: my love of cooking. When you're using fresh, unprocessed ingredients and not counting every calorie, it is so much easier to cook, and what you cook is just effortlessly delicious. I adore kitchen gadgets and time-saving measures, and I HATE doing the dishes, so I typically try to cook once a week for the rest of the week. That day, my friends, was today.
|Frittata completed, soup in progress.|
|Lord Grok's lunch.|
It's amazing how I feel , knowing that we pretty much have the cooking out of the way for the week!