|Cruising down the Nile at Christmas|
I have actually quite enjoyed this little trip into Healthdom right up until the point that I realized I have yet to wake up to a size 3. I understand that I'm taking myself on a journey of discovery…blah, blah, blah. Truly the deal that I made between my mouth and my thighs is this: I will give you all the delicious nutrients that you say you require if you promise not to provide such a prominent display of yourselves in public. Deal? Deal.
I feel as though I'm keeping my part of the bargain, but they are slow to respond, reluctant to give up the limelight. Before anyone sends me any cheer up articles about how fat burns and how this can't be undone overnight…I get it. No really. I do get it. I think that's what makes this all the more challenging.
I understand a "slip on the lips, forever on the hips". I haven't slipped a bit. Not an iota. Only to my husband have I been more true. It's the brain game that's in effect now. Convincing myself that this is not just an event, but a life choice. (Oh, good grief. I'm sounding more and more like an infomercial all the time! STOP me if I start to Prancercise!)
The phrase "Cavewoman Diet" is just a fun name I've given this style of eating. It's also called "Paleo Eating" which refers to the time when nomads hunted and gathered their food…i.e. meat, berries, root vegetables, etc.