With my decision to begin eating Paleolithic on June 1st, came extreme excitement. I couldn't focus on anything else all day yesterday once I made up my mind that I was going to be removing sugar, refined carbs, dairy, and legumes from my diet for at least a 30-day trail period. I began doing research on the foods I can eat, the science behind eating SO much protein, and if there were any major BAD reviews out there. I found 95% good stuff, 5% bad. I'm ok with those odds. So, I practically busted through the front door last night after getting home from work, because I couldn't wait to share my new plan with my boyfriend. Actual conversation:
Me: *excited* So, I've decided I'm going to start a new way of eating.
BF: Oh, yeah? What's that?
Me: Paleo. I eat what early man ate...no refined crap. Meat, veggies, nuts.
BF: So, Atkins?
Me: NO. Not at all. Atkins is no carbs. This is no refined carbs.
BF: *Blank stare*
Me: Ready to go to dinner?
BF: Well, what can you eat there? Nothing?
Me: Whatever I want, I'm starting June 1st.
BF: So, you are just going to give up till then?
Me: No, what the fuck are you talking about "give up?" *Begins silent treatment*
Arrow through heart...I was crushed. I took a moment to reflect on why this conversation had gone so badly, and why I was so upset. There is a lot going on here. First off, my boyfriend is not new to me. In the past five years, he's seen that excitement in me before. He's seen me go on kicks where I lose 20 pounds, and then slowly gain it back and more. He's seen me give up meat, try more fiber, join at least 4 different gyms, train for numerous running events...etc. I understand, he thinks he's seen this before. Sometimes (heh) I'm all talk, and my follow through is poor. Secondly, he's been skinny his whole life. He is a 7-foot tall chef who weighed only 6 pounds more than I did when I started this blog (I'm 5' 5") and constantly eats, loves to eat. His metabolism is ridiculous. Lastly, he doesn't know anything about nutrition/exercise/sugar/insulin/carbs/protein. He doesn't need to.
The car ride to the restaurant was quiet. I think at some point my boyfriend realized he may have hurt my feelings and began asking me more questions about the plan. He was looking at it more from a perspective of what he is going to have to start cooking for me and what I can no longer eat. After more explanation, he says "well, I guess we'll be doing a lot of grilling!" He was almost excited about helping me invent good tasting Paleo recipes for my blog. I tried to explain to him the hold that sugar and carbohydrates have over me. How they make me a monster. I told him about the funeral, and he shook his head. He thinks its silly, but he loves me, and he will support me.
Anyway...I'm very stubborn, and I have made up my mind. I will stick to this plan for 30 days just to prove to him that I can do it. I come from a family of talkers, always with these great plans and schemes, but perhaps we spend too much time talking, and not enough time doing. This blog has done wonders for me and my accountability, for the past 5 months I have been honestly putting my money where my mouth is. When I write down here that I'm going to do something, I almost always actually do it.
That's right, don't talk about it, be about it. (courtesy of Busta Rhymes)