7 Months, or a Very Belated Update

It’s been a long time since last I blogged, for sure, but life has been happening, and honestly I just haven’t felt like doing this until now. I have a list of drafted posts about as long as my arm, and perhaps I’ll finalize them one of these days when the wherewithal is around for more than a brief visit, surreptitiously resurrecting this blog from its near death.

I am now seven months pregnant with our second child, newly into the third trimester. Before we all get too excited by “how soon” baby will be here, let me remind you that I wait to go into labor spontaneously, so this pregnancy could have fourteen or fifteen more weeks to go! No need to rush; baby knows better than anyone when its ready to meet its family! My son was born fat & healthy at 41 weeks gestation, and personally I am anticipating a similar length of time with this wee bairn.

In my last published post I wrote about hoping to maintain a paleo diet during pregnancy, and wondering if the claims of those who have gone before were exaggerated. Throughout these past seven months I have been about 75% compliant: I allow myself to eat as many sweet potatoes, white potatoes, bananas, and even rice, as I want, as I need them. (And yes, it is a need! My body needs carbohydrates!) Ice cream, potato chips, and pork rinds are other “forbidden” snacking devils I allow periodically.

Wheat & corn have come back into my diet, but definitely not every day. I feel like absolute crap every single time I eat it, and sometimes rice will bring on the yucky-ness, too. Those foods have been naturally limited to once a week or so, because I don’t like feeling like crap. 🙂 (to expound: sluggish in my brain, body, and digestion, often bloated, increased heartburn, the list goes on & on.) Why do I even eat them at all?! Probably because I’m human (I don’t always make good choices), I live in America (it’s readily available), and at the end of the long, hot summer day here in Phoenix during which I’ve tended to both my toddler and pregnant self, I frequently do not want to cook, and Chinese food sounds a-MAZE-ing. There have been times, too, where the choice was going hungry or eating a sandwich made on *gasp* bread, and I don’t skip meals. Period.

Mark Sisson of The Primal Blueprint fame calls this the 80/20 Principle, and it makes a lot of sense to me. It’s more about what you eat over the course of a week than picking apart every single component of every single meal. :::stress:::

I feel my best – I feel INCREDIBLE – when I eat only protein (I include dairy in that category), fat, veggies, and fruit. I have energy, I have lots of smiles, I have no aches, pains, or common pregnancy complaints at all. It’s pretty stinking cool.

I’ve been finding, for myself anyway, that the lack of aches & pains has a lot more to do with getting regular exercise than what comprises my diet. That said, diet does greatly impact my overall wellness (especially leg cramps: for me, junk food = leg cramps and bloating) and that of my growing baby.

I want to rave about exercise! It’s like a magic pill for feeling awesome during pregnancy.

7 months pregnant, post workout

I don’t look too bad, either. 😉 But lest you stone me for sounding so selfish in my pursuits of health & fitness during pregnancy, let me add that the baby inside is growing perfectly, and is very active and strong. I am consumed with delight & love for this little soul, and am tremendously excited to meet him or her in a few months!

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Sauerkraut and a Nap

It has been such a long time since I blogged, I am ashamed. We’ve had bouts of mild but lingering illness throughout most of January, and I’ve been too busy, and much too tired, to apply myself to anything other than daily essentials.

It turns out that the source of my tiredness is a growing baby! The Sweetieman and I are adding to our little family: we learned on Tuesday that I am expecting baby #2. Great, great Joy! We are very thankful, and so blessed!

In light of this, I’ve been reading a bit online about having a “paleo pregnancy” and am interested to see how this all works out for me as this pregnancy continues. I’ve read fantastic claims from these other paleo-preggos, who aren’t tired, aren’t nauseous, have boundless energy, weight gain that disappears immediately after childbirth, and nary a blemish in sight. Are they growing a human, I wonder? What are they doing differently than me? Because I.am.TIRED.

Maybe it’s just perception. I don’t eat primally because it benefits my body image. Eating just for the sake your looks is called an eating disorder. I eat this way because it’s healing my food allergies and my gut, because it’s nutritionally superior to the Standard American Diet, and because I love red meat and butter. (The improvements to my body image are a nice but nonessential benefit.) Some of these paleo bloggers out there are so supercilious, so arrogant that I can hardly stand to read them! There’s nothing glamorous about the way hunter-gatherers lived or ate; it was raw survival and common sense. Why are so many on a high horse about stumbling upon a lifestyle that is thousands of years old? Like childbirth: we can paint a glamorous, beautiful picture of emotion, but in the end it’s still bloody, groaning, intense, raw and common. When we elevate it to an ideal and worship that ideal, we take what is doable for every (wo)man and make it something only for the elite.

But I digress. 🙂

I am interested to see how I feel as the days pass, and how this pregnancy differs from my first. I ate a lot of bagels, a lot of nachos, a lot of pizza, and a lot of hamburgers the first time around, yet nevertheless enjoyed that healthy pregnancy a lot. The only thing I’ve wanted badly so far this time is sauerkraut and a nap, ha!

This article is my favorite of those I’ve found thus far, about following a primal diet during pregnancy.

Eat to Live

I’ve not made it any secret that I love the primal diet and think it is the bee’s knees. Researching and studying all the ins and outs and whys & wherefores of whether or not it’s good to consume so much cholesterol, fat, animal products, and lots & lots of produce has revolutionized my life and the way I think about food.

I love it because it is so ridiculously simple. So basic and so, well, duh. Eat what you are designed to eat. Ignore everything else. Eat to live, and not to be entertained.

Oh boy, that is still such a challenge, truth be told. Food is entertainment. I’m an American. I live in a land of opulent affluence and food is how we celebrate, express, pacify, mute, and create. And we’ve done this for so long that having food be just food and not a form of expression, creativity, or a soapbox for other propaganda is completely foreign.

The primal diet has been hard for me. Because I use food to fill a lot of empty spaces in my life. Boredom. Loneliness. Boredom & loneliness. Dinner should be something exciting, not just another piece of beef with steamed veggies, all topped with butter. (sounds really good, though, doesn’t it?) An exciting or new dinner recipe is a change to the humdrum, day-to-day blah that creeps in and overwhelms me when I’m not being careful to get enough variety or outdoor activity, community, or mental stimulation.

But I’m learning, growing, changing. Following the primal diet has helped me to identify and acknowledge my obsession with food, and my need for food to be entertaining. And sometimes, slipping up and not following those simple, easy guidelines allows for the greatest breakthroughs.

Saturday evening before dinner, I ran out to the store with my lil boy in tow. We picked up milk and a few nonessentials. While we were loading up into the car to head home, he began signing “eat” & “more” like mad. Whining, whimpering, eat, more, eat, more! My poor bubba was so hungry!

What to do? I had dinner laid out, but unprepared, at home. Should I go back in the store, buy him a banana? Maybe yes, that’s what I should have done; that’s what die-hard primal parents would’ve done, I’m sure.

But I am not die-hard. I hit up a fast-food drive thru on the way home, just around the corner from the grocery store. I bought him a kid’s meal, complete with soy-laced hamburger and vegetable-oil-fried-processed potatoes, and plastic useless toy.

As I was driving up to the window, an unbidden thought consumed me, and caused such a change in my heart, with so much emotion, that I was literally weeping as I drove away.

Thankfullness.

I am so incredibly, consumingly thankful that I can feed my hungry child. I don’t have to listen to him cry out and beg for food, knowing that there is none to feed him. I live in a land of over abundance and plenty, and perhaps there is A LOT wrong with our food sources and practices, but I can feed my child when he is hungry. This is a luxury, this is a blessing, this is cause for great joy!

I can hear the die-hards in my head, telling me that yes, I should’ve gotten him something from the grocery store after I had already left and buckled him into his car seat. Or I could’ve let him fuss and beg until we got home and given him something paleo-compliant.  I know very well how sub-par that kid’s meal is nutritionally.

But suddenly I don’t care what anyone else may say. I don’t care. I find myself changed by this understanding that I am so fortunate in what is available to me. I am so fortunate that I can choose organic produce, I can choose grass-fed beef & butter. I can choose what I feed my son, not if I feed my son.

Since then, I find myself judging a lot less, and having a lot more grace, for the person I am relentlessly the hardest on: myself. I will not make the best meal every evening, and I will not always make the best choice in a given situation, and I will feed my child drive-thru hamburgers and ice cream when he asks me, though it really is horrible food. (Ok, maybe not every time he asks me, but you are catching my drift here, right?)

All this is ok. Just as eating to be entertained isn’t healthy, refusing food or disallowing food when you or your child is hungry, just because it isn’t optimal, that too is very unhealthy.

Eat to live. Food is just food.

Sugar Will Kill You

I was sick this morning. Nauseous. Fatigued. A migraine that painkillers can’t touch. Weepy. An overall feeling of general and inescapable yuckiness. Just so, so sick.

All this because I ate cake last night. 

I knew it was a mistake by the time we got in the car and were on our way home: I felt crap-alicious. (which means highly crappy, to all the senses, in Dara-speak) And cranky! Oh boy was I a sour-puss as we all took off our party clothes and climbed into bed! This was followed by a very bad night’s sleep – sugar is having some very undeniable effects on my entire body.

And I know it was the cake: everything else I consumed is a regular part of my diet (meat, potato, red wine, cream, veggies…) But I haven’t had any refined, processed sugar or grains in two months. I have been enjoying the longest run of the greatest health of my life, and I went and screwed myself with some red velvet cheesecake. All because I didn’t want to offend my host by refusing this mile-high cake extravagance. (Seriously, that was my reasoning. I stopped my automatic refusal because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Never again. I have to live with myself, and so does my husband.) 

Is it the wheat that is causing this total-body angst? The dairy? The soy that was probably hiding in their somewhere, someplace, some form? The actual sugar itself? I can’t say for sure, but I’m not eager to repeat the experience for the sake of science. Whether it was one offender or many, this experience has fortified my commitment to the Primal diet and living sans sugar and grains unshakably.

That cake should be served with the warning: contains poison. Because sugar, no matter what form it comes in, will kill you.

In fact, sugar is killing the majority of Americans, slowly but surely. Does that sound extreme? Heart disease, diabetes, obesity, cancer… these diseases of affluence can be traced back to our continually increasing consumption of sugar, in all forms.

Here are some fun facts about that seductive sweetener:

  • Sugar binds with vitamins & minerals in your body, which means that they are not being absorbed, but depleted, thus depriving your body of nutrients vital for health & healing.
  • Sugar binds with and dissolve B vitamins in the digestive tract, which means they aren’t absorbed or utilized, resulting in health problems in the skin, nervous, digestive, and reproductive systems, and undesirable stress reaction.
  • Sugar requires insulin in order to be processed by the body, a hormone that assists your body in metabolizing and storing fat. If the insulin is too busy taking care of sugars, it will store fat instead of utilizing it; in the same vein, insulin will eventually start to store both sugars and fat as excess fat stores.
  • Sugar depresses the immune system by inhibiting the endocrine system; this decreases your body’s ability to heal.
  • Sugar contains no fiber, no minerals, no protein, no enzymes, no fats, no vitamins, it is truly empty calories. Because your body uses vital nutrients to process these empty calories, it is depleting your body even further of what it needs to function well.

Two hundred years ago, in the early 1800s, the average sugar consumption per person was around 15 pounds per year (and didn’t include the modern marvel high fructose corn syrup). In the year 1990, twenty-one years ago, this average yearly intake was at 180 pounds per person – equal to, or more than, the average body weight. Break that down, and the average Joe is eating half a pound – eight ounces – of sugar a day. I can only imagine that number has increased exponentially. (I am having a hard time finding recent numbers on that score.)

You don’t have to be downing candy bars and soda pop to reach that intake, either. Sugar hides in many places, and has many aliases. Some brands of ketchup have more sugar per ounce than ice cream; some salad dressings have three times the sugar profile of soda. Many coffee creamers container more sugar per serving than a candy bar. Don’t get me started on breakfast cereals, or other good ole fashioned American staples that come in boxes, bags, and cans. In summation: they are full of sugar.

Here’s the rub: the label may not read first ingredient: sugar, or even list “sugar” at all. Sugar likes to hide behind such official names as dextrose, corn syrup solids, malt powder, sucrose, glucose, fructose, malitol, sorbitol, mannitol, isomalt, ethrylitol, aspartame, saccharine, beet sugar, and my favorite, often found in “health foods”: crystalized cane juice, which is, uh, sugar.

Sugar is in everything, at least everything prepackaged & processed, and sugar is not our friend. We are regularly consuming mass quantities of something that is known to depress the function of at least five major systems in the human body, and yet we wonder why we are sick, lethargic, and overweight as a nation.

I am not a medical professional, and I am not claiming that eliminating sugars from your diet will heal you of cancers, diabetes, et al. I will, however, speak from my experience that eliminating sugars & grains from my diet has completely revolutionized my health and overall well-being.

Sugar. Great as a pet name for your significant other, but lousy as a food source.

What sort of presence does sugar have in your diet? 

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Pumpkin Goat Cheesecake

In honor of the rapidly approaching Thanksgiving, I want to share with you my favorite holiday sweet treat – Pumpkin Goat Cheesecake. Sweet, spicy, rich & creamy, this dessert embodies all the smells & flavors of Thanksgiving tradition, with a fresh, delicious twist.

This is my own, original recipe; I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Pumpkin Goat Cheesecake

the crust:

  • 1 cup almond flour
  • 1/4 cup melted butter, grass-fed if available (you can also substitute 1/4 cup melted virgin coconut oil for the butter)

method:

  1. Combine melted butter and almond flour in a bowl and mix well. Press the mixture into the bottom and up the sides of an 8-inch tart pan or 9-inch pie pan. Set aside while preparing the filling.

the filling:

  • 6 ounces goat cheese, at room temperature
  • 1/3 cup organic, raw sugar
  • 1/4 cup honey
  • 2 large eggs plus 1 egg yolk, preferably pastured
  • 1 cup pumpkin puree
  • 3/4 cup full fat coconut milk
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
  • zest of 1 orange
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
method:
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F, with the rack in the lowest position.
  2. Using an electric or stand mixer, beat the goat cheese in a large bowl until fluffy.
  3. Mix in the sugar & honey.
  4. Add eggs and egg yolk one at a time, stopping and scraping the bottom of the bowl after each addition.
  5. Add the remaining ingredients and mix until combined.
  6. Pour the filling into the prepared pie crust.
  7. Bake at 350 degrees F until the filling is slightly puffed and the center has just set, about 40 minutes.
  8. Transfer to a cooling rack and cool to room temperature before refrigerating. Refrigerate until cold, at least 4 hours.
  9. This can be prepared 1 day ahead, just keep refrigerated. Serve chilled.
Happy Cooking!

Is Paleo Extreme? (part one of many)

The amount of misinformation available is so great, and so predominant, that finding truth amidst all the “fact” is like finding a needle in a haystack. How are we supposed to even recognize the truth when we see it? So much sifting and hunting and looking and sorting is required; it is a lot of very hard work.

I feel this way about a lot of topics; chief among them being diet and nutrition. I have studied nutrition since high school, and not just as extracurricular reading. I’ve taken classes and have certificates in nutrition. We’re talking twelve years of reading and study and trial and error – it has taken me twelve years to finally find what I honestly believe and consider to be the truth of diet & nutrition amidst all the “fact”.

And, as I have found with most topics, the truth is so far distanced from popular, common thought & practice that at first glance it is extreme. At first glance, it is just the opposite swing of the pendulum. It is just another “craze” diet that surely will eventually show itself to be impossible to sustain and unhealthy in the long run.

I am referring the paleo diet – a traditional foods diet without grains – eating the way cavemen and early men ate, before the industrial revolution, when mankind still grew and killed to feed his family. When we still worked and subdued the earth, instead of polluting and raping it.

When I first came across the paleo diet, I thought it was extreme. I dismissed it as unsustainable and unhealthy in the long run – mostly because I still believed that grains were the staff of life, and I still had this bug in my ear about vegetarianism and wanted to try it. I did – I tried it, and it’s worst. Not because it isn’t do-able, or acheiveable: I was hard-core, man, I was vegan! I was also eating myself. In three months I lost so much upper body strength that it was hard for me to lift and carry my one-year-old son. (Read this article: Vegans are Cannibals.) It is dead-on accurate. I know because I lived it. I can introduce you to vegan families whose children have some of the worst dental problems I’ve ever seen. But it’s hard to argue with conviction; and vegans are nothing if not convicted.

And so at first glance, Paleo is just another fad diet, the opposing side of the great food debate. They argue that we are designed to eat animals and fat; vegetarians claim that all that meat just rots in your gut. (Which, by the way, is 100% scientifically false. Read this.)  Who to believe? What to believe? Sift, sift, sift through it all, trying to the truth in the midst of the propaganda. In the middle of these opposing views is the Standard American diet, looking sometimes like a great, tried & true, middle of the road option. At first glance, it touts balance and wisdom, and it is after all backed and supported by our government.

But what if the paleo diet doesn’t come up short? What if time proves it? I can already vouch for you that vegetarianism is flawed and unhealthy. What if our Standard American Diet isn’t in the middle of the road of two extremes (veganism and paleo)? What if the SAD is itself the extreme, and we are so far gone and away from how our bodies are designed to eat, and evolved eating, that we can’t recognize it for what it really is? We already are two, maybe three, generations deep in being so distanced from the origins of our food that most children, and many adults, don’t realize that only girl chickens, and all healthy girl chickens, lay eggs, and lay eggs every day. (True story: it is a summation of a conversation I had with the 8 year old girl that lives next door.) So is it possible, then, that since we don’t even recognize real food, or know how to grow and make real food for ourselves, isn’t it possible then that we are living and eating an extreme and unsustainable diet right now?

What if recent scientific study, funded by the government, isn’t right about their findings – or even worse, they are only publishing and pushing part of the findings, the part that supports their agenda? (True story: watch the movie FatHead.)

What if grains are bad for us? Even Weston A Price, whose traditional foods dietary guidelines include whole grains, includes them only if they are soaked or sprouted (an enzymatic process that changes the chemical structure of the grain).

Personally, grains make me sick, in more ways than one, so how can it be part of my healthy diet? And I am not the only one: celiac disease, also known as gluten intolerance, is considered a genetic disorder, and it affects (according to reports) 1 in 133 Americans. (These figures don’t reflect folks like me, who have this disorder, in some form, without it being documented by a physician.)

Genetically, 1 in 133 people can’t digest the majority of grains. That’s a lot of people whose bodies can’t digest what the American Food Pyramid says needs to supply 6-11 servings -the bulk of our daily calories. And this number doesn’t include soy, corn, rice, dairy, peanut and other legume allergies, whose numbers are rising more and more every year.

The correlation is that those things make up more and more of our sad, SAD diet every year. Fast food hamburgers and tacos are made out of soy byproduct and cheap scraps of beef from cows fed on corn and soy, topped with cheese made from vegetable oil (an oxymoron if there ever was one), and sandwiched between two slices of good ole American highly processed wheat and corn syrup solids. Our problem isn’t just that we are eating too much and not moving enough, or that somehow we are genetically mutating and suddenly incapable of eating these “foods” – the problem is that we aren’t eating food. We’re eating soy, corn, and wheat, and not much else.

To me, all roads are pointing to this: Eat Real Food. Eat real food as close to its point of origin, and its original form, as is possible. If it comes in a box, a bag, a can, or anywhere in the inner aisles of the grocery store, don’t eat it. It’s not food. Grow what you can. Kill what you can. Make what you can. If you don’t know how, learn. Eat and live like you still are at the top of the food chain.

Our Journey to Primal Eating, and Why We’re Staying

As I am writing this, I realize that we haven’t been eating according to primal standards for very long at all: not even a month! Yet already I am converted, feeling the need to share my little testimony and proclaim from the rooftops, to anyone who will listen: PALEO ROCKS! And I’m not leaving the primal-eating cave anytime soon.

cave family

Strictly speaking, we aren’t following a paleo diet so much as a primal one. What’s the difference? A couple of technicalities, but essentially our grain-free diet is more aligned with Weston A Price’s dietary guidelines; not just another low-carb scheme in a different wrapper, the focus is on good fats, good meats, and vegetables, with fruit, dairy, chocolate and alcohol moderately thrown in for diversity.

It is to me the perfect diet. And I’ve tried quiet a few.

I have never been a big dieter, mostly because I love food and eating too much to deprive myself for any length of time, and I’ve mostly always been at a healthy weight. My stint in culinary school really put the pounds on my little frame, and though some of it came off once I started working in the field instead of just eating all the time learning about it, I was still a little chubby. In hindsight, especially knowing now the truth about sugars and fats and overexercising, I don’t think I needed to “lose weight” at all. I definitely needed to change what I ate and how much of it, but I was always a big walker, going for 3 mile walks every day I could, swimming before work a couple times a week, oh, and working in a restaurant kitchen is definitely not a desk job!

end of shift

But I was incredibly insecure, and a harsh & rude comment from a “friend” upon seeing my curvy, pudgy self in a swimsuit sent me into a tail-spin of chronic cardio, excess fiber, and dietary restriction such as I had never before employed. I ran/walked and did Pilates every day. I was always hungry. I was always tired. I was very crabby & cranky most of the time. As time pressed on, I started abusing herbal laxatives. I was very skinny (so thin I stopped menstruating), yet never could get a flat tummy like I wanted, never could get the muscle tone that I wanted. And did I mention I didn’t have any energy?

Ugh, I think back to those days and I am sad. Sad that I spent my early twenties that way. Sad that I kept so much of my struggle secret and private; it wasn’t until I began dating the man who is now my husband that I received help and have actually learned to love myself and overcome my weird form of bulimia. I stopped demonizing food and fat, and saw my cycles return. We were married, and had no difficulty conceiving when we were ready to start a family. I had a healthy pregnancy, easy birth at home, and very healthy baby. (I began following the Weston A Price guidelines during that pregnancy, about 75% compliant most of the time; I know without a doubt that good nutrition played a major roll in the health & ease of pregnancy and birth.)

When my son was about ten months old, my husband and I saw the movie “Food, Inc.” Despite how much I thought I knew about our food and where it comes from (I’m a chef, for heaven’s sake!) this film was still revolutionary for us. Yet my response, and my conclusions, to that information was all wrong. We went vegetarian. Soon thereafter, I went totally vegan, as I discovered that eliminating dairy from my diet also eliminated the sudden & unprecedented acne breakouts and constant migraines and fatigue. (Well, it eliminated some of my fatigue…more about that later.) I mistakenly thought that this vegetarian diet would heal my husband of his Type 2 Diabetes – the media is out there, though, promoting this very thing, so before you call me crazy, do a Google search yourself.

But the diet didn’t stick. (Thank God!) It was nearly impossible for my husband to make the transition, as he didn’t feel great and his sugar levels were all over the place, but mostly high (shocker…) After two months, maybe even less, I gave it up, too, as I was for the first time in my life, becoming weaker. Call me crazy, but in the space of a few months, I noticed a serious loss in my upper arm and back strength. That was enough for me to leave vegetarianism behind – I love being strong! My strong arms & back have always been something I counted on working in the restaurant biz, and with a very active one-year-old on my hands, there was no way I tolerated becoming weaker or more tired.

So we brought meat back into our lives, and continued on. We watched the film “Fat Head” and felt supported in our decision. I heard and read about the Paleo diet around that time, and though it interested me, I still had the “whole grains are good for you” mantra dominating my thought process and our pantry. I had actually even subscribed to Mark’s Daily Apple emails, and was receiving them for at least ten months before the fateful day when we decided to accept his challenge.

I am so thankful that we did.

Within two days of starting the challenge I had a flat stomach. Petite and thin, I still have never had a flat stomach, irregardless of how many loathsome sit-ups I put myself through. Always bloated. Suddenly, I also had enormous amounts of energy –  I mean Crazy Energy! I can go anywhere, do anything, no one can stop me!

And then the cherry on top: my digestion straightened out. I wasn’t in pain anymore.

Without going into gross details, I have struggled with constipation since I was a child. I am fully convinced that my stint of abusing herbal laxatives and way too much dietary fiber all but destroyed my digestive system. Although I have never technically been diagnosed with IBS, I surely had all the symptoms. Literally weeks before we took on the Primal Blueprint Challenge, I was sobbing to my husband (and he remembers as well), “I just don’t want to be in pain anymore!” I was eating gluten-free and dairy-free at that point. I was in so much pain, almost every evening. Always bloated, always tired. (A side note that gluten-free diets are horrible for diabetics, as all the grain sources are still high in various forms of sugar, the very thing his body can’t process anymore. So it’s not like I was helping him become any healthier.)

All of these issues when away for me within a few days of being grain-free. I actually have begun to include cheese intermittently in my diet again, without repercussions. This is cause for much rejoicing!

the moon is made of cheese

My husband loves this diet. LOVES it. He tells me so almost every day. He still drinks beer, more beer than I think he should, but those are his only carbs, so he is following that 80/20 principle. It just works for him right now; he has a few food addictions to work through, so we’re taking it one step at a time.  I have no doubt that as he continues to see and feel improvements, he will refine this lifestyle to suit his needs.

My husband isn’t taking his medication during this challenge, a bold and gutsy move that I entirely support. The drugs he’s on have been causing every side affect mentioned in the small print; his doctor, naturally, can’t do anything about it other than try a different brand of poison. I am very interested to see how eating primally benefits my husband in the long run. I can tell already that he is feeling better overall; it’s also obvious when he’s been “cheating” – carbs and grains directly affect his moods. He has found that tracking his carbs on an iPhone app he found is a really great tool and helps him stay on target. (I personally like fitday.com) The carbs add up much more quickly than he thinks.

I’ll be sure to post updates as we go along, but for now, that’s why we went Primal, and why we aren’t going back.